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Finally. He was rested, he was clean, and he had nothing to do for the entire day except to eat, but even that was optional. The weather even seemed to reflect his mood, and the sun shone brightly with a nice cooling breeze.

Thus, Naolin currently could be found sprawled out across the grass within sight of the Fa'e Headquarters' door in case anyone were to come around. Figuring that he should try and find out what had been happening with the rest of the foul blooded almighties in the past year.

His 'sword' lay beside him, the wood stained a darker brown in places on the 'blade' and the obsidian pieces shined in the light. A red hand rested on the hilt possessively, lovingly. Oh how he had missed the simple pleasure of being able to lounge in the sun and caress his weapon. Not that there was any reason to have it with him while bathing in the sun. It just... Felt right.

The clomping of hooves was enough to stir even the sleepiest person, and Nao lifted his head to watch the black furry person lug a large sword into around. Red eyes followed the kid for a minute, unsure of whether or not they were female or male, before sitting up properly and calling out to them.

"Oy, do you need a hand with that kid?" Nao grinned cheekily, knowing full well that the comment would more than likely get him in trouble, or maybe even into a fight! The day was looking better already. He hadn't had the chance to spar with anyone in a while, so this kid was an exciting prospect.

And no, Nao had no qualms with having a knife fight with a kid. If you were stubborn enough to lug around a sword, you were just asking for a fight. Or making a delivery to someone, but hey, Nao was being hopeful.

Surveying the child with slight interest and half lids, Nao made it evident that he was not impressed either. He had fought bigger foes than this one and come out victorious. Not unscathed, mind, but that was to be expected in any fight where one is considered an underdog.

The Fa'e thought for a moment, and even if it came to a spar, his weapon had never been meant for whacking at metal blades. No, he did not want to injure his baby from old, but that didn't mean he wouldn't push for a fight.

"There are many places to stick a chunk of metal like that," Nao mused languidly, still remaining sprawled sitting in the grass indifferently. Inwardly, he continued attempting to find a way to bait this kid into a fight with the least amount of effort possible. Like a pre-game for him, only without alcohol. "But if you can't win a fight without a weapon you're worthless."

He shrugged, tilting his head to the side, "I bet you couldn't. Why else lug a weapon too big for them to Fa'e Headquarters?" Grinning, he laughed to himself for a moment before answering his own question and holding the cat thing's gaze, or at least staring at them. "Fear. You cling to that sword like a baby blanket still. Grow up."

With that, he yawned and carefully flopped back on the soft, warm grass. Just in case, Nao watched the strange kid through the smallest slit he could manage, attempting to look as if he were going back to sleep.

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, aching to launch into a full blown grin, but he kept himself looking bored for at least a few more moments. However, when the kid finally came up with a retort, Nao felt he had to open his eyes and pay attention. After all, his words had done more than enough to inspire rage and a need to fight in the child. It was heartwarming and pleasant, like candy, but with blood, which was so much better.

Slowly cracking his neck one side at a time, Nao chuckled and looked down at his weapon while lovingly running a finger tip along the 'blade.' "This," the Fa'e began calmly, "Is a macquahuitl, and ancient Aztec weapon from when I ruled. With one swing, it can behead a horse, but you're right... Against steel it is no match, despite it being much sharper and lighter." During his 'speech,' the Fa'e had stood up and taken the weapon in his hand, giving it a few swift practice swings as if he were simply there by himself. It felt like returning to an old lover that simply knew what felt right.

Tearing his eyes away from their trance and looking back to the kid, Nao rested the weapon gently on his shoulder and shrugged. "But what will you do when you are unable to carry such a large weapon, or are in fact... Disarmed? Hmm... Lash at them with your fluffy feminine tail?" The cheeky grin had returned. Though Nao could not tell the gender of this child, he knew that a male would be offended by such a emasculating comment and if they were female dressing as a male, then different sort of insult but same effect. In theory.

"If you wanted, we could have a spar with broken chair legs. That'd be interesting fun, I think... But you'd have to put away the baby blanket." Yeah, so he was boosting his ego by beating up verbally (and hopefully physically soon) a child. Naolin felt no shame. Call it, uh, life lesson teaching. Yeah.

"Ah, there's the button I needed to push," Nao said gleefully, laughing openly at the kid's rant. Nothing like rage to make someone clumsy in battle, or something like that. "To be fair, you're the one that came up with chair legs for weapons."

Chuckling to himself lightly, he shook his head again. "Fear has nothing to do with it, as I personally wouldn't mind the chance to kill someone else. Alas, your guardian probably wouldn't be too pleased with their baby returned to them in a body bag in Sushi-sized bits and pieces. Then again, I've met some weird people in Gaia."

"So what'll it be? Take this as a chance to prepare for a bar fight later on in life or whenever you get disarmed, or let me go fetch myself a sword and we can fight when I return, which I will." Nao intentionally highlighted that he was most definitely running away, but was also still noting that behind all the baiting and joy of getting to fight, there could be a lesson behind it.

Or at least that was Nao's excuse.

As a gesture of good faith, Nao brought his weapon over and laid it next to the strange kid's, kicking off his sandals shortly afterwards. Not like they'd protect him from stomping anyways, but this way, at least they wouldn't get in the way.

"I'd make sure Mommy Dearest is on speed dial if I were you," the bird Fa'e grinned evilly and paused before actually pressing the proverbial button, "Girlie." By that time he had stepped so that he stood facing the other Fa'e, but far enough to be at a safe difference. He was hoping to verbally abuse the kid into attacking first.

Nao only smiled at the glare as he tipped an imaginary hat to his opponent. "Naolin," he answered, "And yours, so I can mail you a dress to the hospital?"

Stretching his feathers and cracking his neck once more, the Fa'e took a step or two forward. "So what are you waiting for Pussycat?" One more try at baiting.

Watching Dusty intently as he charged towards him, Nao waited to see which appendage would actually be chucked so haphazardly at him. At the last second possible, the hummingbird Fa'e ducked and dodged to his left, using his wings to help with the balance as he let his right leg linger in Dusty's path in attempts to trip him.