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{FINALLY!}

Laggy was ignored as Ezekiel made his way out of the dorms and off towards the training field, wondering what exactly he'd just gotten himself into. If he remembered correctly from Twitter Paige was a trainee as well, fresh from the pod, just like him. So hopefully he hadn't just agreed to a one sided a** whoopin'.

As Ezekiel lay eyes on the tall blonde in her bold as brass tank top waving him over he was convinced that he had most certainly made the correct choice in deciding to take up her offer for a spar. She was tall, almost as tall as he was, with tattoos crawling up his arms, and almost as much visible piercings as he had himself. "I like your hair." It came with a grin, Zeke obviously amused by their similar style.

"Nice to make your acquaintance, Paige." He rolled to a stop a few feet in front of her. "And absolutely nothing was going on until I got your texts, so thank you for saving me from an afternoon of boredom."

One large hand came up to run fingers over the cool stone amulet that lay around his neck, and he couldn't help the smirk that followed Lagertha's excitment bubbling up through his mind. She'd been waiting for him to make his way down the training fields since they'd bonded, and finally, finally she was going to get to come out to play.

"Have you done this before?" An auburn brow rose. "How does this work. Do we just charge at each other like heathens, or are their rules?" There was a certain thread of amusement to his voice that made the whole thing sound far less serious than his words painted it to be.

"Were you up against another rookie, or someone that had already been here a while?" It didn't matter, he was just curious.

At the copy cat comment lips split in a lazy grin. "And why can't it just be a mutual mark of good taste?" A dip of his chin indicated the tattoos that chased up her arms. He and Paige seemed to share similar hobbies in the self altering department, if the ink and piercings were anything to go by.

He'd been expecting a weapon of some sort. They all had them, they were all different. This much he had learned in the few days he had been there. What he was not expecting was ******** maze the size of small tree. His grin froze in place as he stared, and brows arched before he gave a little shake of his head and stepped back to extend hands out to his side.

"If I was a lesser man," he mused, summoning Lagertha's chained axes to his hands. "I'd feel really inadequate right now."

Ah ha, so they just charged right on into it.

Zeke gave a grunt as the giant mace collided with him, forcing him back a solid few feet to leave heel marks through the dirt in his wake. It hurt, as was to be expected, but not half as much as it should have, and those wicked spikes... When he peeled himself away from the morning star there was a distinct lack of large bloody holes.

"Well that's just convenient as hell." The backs of the knuckles on his left hand slid over the front of his shirt experimentally, but there wasn't even so much as a snag in the cotton.

{You are welcome, ungrateful boil.}

You should of mentioned this sooner, Laggy.

The Valkyrie growled in his head, but not half so annoyed as she normally would have been. Not with her partner finally facing off against something that could give her fight, and more importantly, that sweet taste of Fear.

"We'll see." Her weapon was bigger, but it had to be a cumbersome thing to swing around. So he snapped the right, dodging around the spiked ball to come at her directly with the wing of an ax across her torso.

For one brief second the wrongness of this situation hit him, but then his blade sliced through her shield, and Lagertha's excited shriek filled his head to drown out everything else.

HP: 36
DMG: 3
CHG: 1/3

<******** cool pretty much covered it.

"Harle is your partner?" Seemed logical, though Zeke had heard from enough different people not to assume everyone on the island was altogether sane. Paige seemed to be pretty solid, but...

Largetha gave a bark of a laugh in his head, and he get the impression the Valkyrie was preening. Puffed up and pleased with herself. "Laggy appreciates the compliment."

Zeke was ready for the morning star as it came at him again. He braced his feet, arms coming up to cross the duel axes in front of himself to guard. It blocked the bulk, but a few spikes stabbed into his shield. He gave the mace a shove, forcing it back at the tall blonde before coming in to take a swing at her.

HP: 32
DMG: 3
CHG: 1/3

"Sounds like you lucked out. My weapon never seems to stop talking." A very slight exaggeration. He expected a retort from the valkyrie, but she seemed to be so focused on the fight she wasn't paying attention to what her oartner was saying. Only what he was doing.

{You need to move faster, boil!}

Well no s**t.

Those spikes were brutal. Like individual daggers, all coming at him at once. He managed to avoid the worst of them, but that sliced through his shield as he jerked away from it.

Getting close was dangerous. Planting his feet, Ezekiel brought one ax up and swung it over his head by the chain before snapping his arm forward to send it hurtling at the other Mist hunter.

"I would agree to that assessment."

HP: 30
DMG: 5
CHG: 3/3

There wasn't really anything Paige could have said to properly prepare him for what was to come. She wound up, batter style, and the next thing Ezekiel knew, he was hitting the ground, some yards away from where he'd been standing. All the wind was knocked from his body, and the double impact of weapon and ground left him momentarily stunned and unable to breath.

It came back to him in a low groan, features pinching as he forced himself to sit before pushing up to his feet. "Jesus Christ, that is insane." What was more insane was that he'd survived it. More than survived, was walking away with out a single broken bone.

Bruises. He would have those later.

{Strike back!}

Lagertha shrieked in his head, electrified and charged. Her voice had taken on a desperate edge, almost crazed, as she hollered.

{Now boil, NOW!}

He wasn't sure where the knowledge came from, but as he opened himself up for the Fear Lagertha had collected, he felt himself moving automatically. A step forward, axes sweeping back to the sides before being swung back over his head, and with them came a blast of hurricane strength wind, aimed directly at the tall blonde standing in front of him.

{YES! Feel it boil! Feel it!}


HP: 10
DMG: 9
CHG: 0/3 (using T2 BC)