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"Oh good, you're still out here." The voice came from behind the Sun, deep and friendly, if perhaps carrying an ever present hint of self deprecation. Zeke lifted a hand as he approached, smiling. "Thought for sure you'd be long gone by now. No one take you up on your request?" Somehow he found that hard to believe, given what he had come to learn of the island, but he supposed there had to be slow days, even here.

His hand came down to the pendant that lay around his neck, thumb running over the carved runes. "You still looking for a spar?" Cause Zeke could certainly use one. It had been a long a** couple of weeks, and Zeke could benefit from a little physical exertion. Work through the stress he seemed to be carrying.

"Ezekiel," he said, taking the offered hand and offering a firm shake. Pale gaze dipping to the bandages wrapped around the other man's wrist before twitching back up to Chance's face. "And I'm definitely looking." Another easy grin as he let his hand fall back to his side.

Beside a slight tightness to his eyes, a hollowness that could have easily have been exhaustion(and it was, just not that alone), Zeke looked down right chipper, but he needed the sort of relief a spar had to offer. Long hours in the infirmary would have made the Mist grumpy anyways, but with Ever being hurt and giving him the cold shoulder, it had Ezekiel in a rather testy mood lately. A A little physical exertion was just what the doctor ordered, and taking out some aggression could only be helpful.

So the man took a step back, still smiling, and with flare of blue runes the pendant around his neck disappeared, and a pair of axes formed in his hands.

"So, Chance, How long you been here?"

"Been up and kicking since the beginning of September," he answered with a half shrug and a small smile that was on the lazy side. Zeke had kept track, though he'd had an exceptionally nice welcome to the island, so it was more than easy to recall the date.

But now it was time to get down to business. The smile hardened, and Ezekiel was moving forward, quick for a guy of his size, with one ax up and ready, swiping down at an angle as he drew near enough to chance the hit.



HP: 40
DMG: 6

"Whirlwind is one way to put it," he agreed, shaking his head as he drew in a breath. Whirlwind was right, life here was filled with lots of ups and downs, admittedly, some higher or lower than others. Like now.

A soft hiss followed the brush of an arrow, but he had to smile at the compliment. "Thanks, though you shouldn't tell her that sort of thing, she's already got a big enough head." Laggy gave a fierce bark of a laugh in his head, thoroughly unperturbed by her partner's comment. There's was a love hate sort of relationship.

"Your's isn't half bad either. Looks like ice."

HP: 37
DMG: zip

"For the most part." Not as much the last few weeks, but he was hoping that would change soon. A return to the normalcy he'd come to expect would be a welcome one.

Lagertha urged him onward. They were talking far too much in her oh so humble opinion. Not enough fighting, not enough action. Zeke gave a distracted sort of snort as his fingers moved along the worn grips of the axes in his hands. "It can be a weird," he agreed, grinning. "I usually just ignore her. She hates that.

{Pig-headed whelp.}

You love me.

There was no answer to that, merely an annoyed hum before there was nothing but charged silence.

"Doesn't your hand get cold?" He was moving forward again, axes back, and brought them around for a swift strike. The first missed, whizzing past his chest, but the second connected with the other man's shoulder.

HP: 35
DMG: 3
CHG: 1/3

Zeke's experience with hard missions was all second hand. He himself hadn't faced anything too haunting. The Sahara had been tiresome, the giant sand worm had been frightening, but everyone had returned from that adventure more or less fine, and his welcome back had been enough to chase away anything that might have lingered, mentally. Personally, Zeke was fine, but the people around him, namely one in particular, kept managing to land himself in trouble. It was why he seemed a little on the strained side now, along with all the hours they had him working in the infirmary.

He followed Chance's movements as he slipped out from beneath the ax and loaded an arrow, and he tried to dodge as that arrow was released, but fast as he was, it just wasn't fast enough. It nailed him in the shoulder, rocked him back, and he gave a pained hiss as he straightened.

"That does sound handy. So is your charge elemental as well then?" Lagertha gave an interested hum, swelling up within Zeke's mind as the hunter went for another strike.

He hit, and hard, and the valkyrie gave a delighted screech as she drank down the fear, and Zeke felt the rush that meant his weapon had a charge ready for him, blue runes giving a soft pulse, eager.

HP: 29
DMG: 9
CHG: 3/3 (I suck at keeping up with these x.x)

Warily Zeke paused, curiosity now piqued, dangerously. He had yet to meet another hunter who's charge was purely elemental like his own, and if Chance's was he wanted to see it.

It made him slow to defend himself as the arrow was loosed. Attention rapt, until one became two, and then many, and every single one was whistling through the air towards him. "s**t." Too slow he tried to avoid it, but they hit, every single one, exploding on impact in a chilly burst that felt as though it should have had his breath fogging as he exhaled, staggering backward.

"Close," he answered, straightening with a wince. "But not quite."

{Boil, show him the storm.}

Gladly.

"More like this." Blue runes flashed brightly, and Lagertha gave a loud whoop in his head as he brought both ax's back, over his head, and on a single, heavy step forward, he brought them down at an arch. It wasn't the physical attack that Chance's was, but powerful blast of swirling wind that tore at the grass between them and hit like a mild hurricane on impact.


HP: 18
DMG: 9