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Octavius Acanthio Belefort
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#15
Octavius
Koa takes advantage of Octavius' vulnerable stance, as any reasonable fighter would do, successfully knocking him down and getting a hit in. He says he's at match point as his dragonling releases Octavius' leg and climbs up Koa to rest on his shoulder. A bitterness arises in Octavius in response to the whole situation, looking up at Koa from the ground.

"You have no honor," he says, voice low and contemptuous, before standing up as quickly as possible and moving away. Even though Koa had been losing, Octavius felt this was never an excuse to use underhanded tactics as he did. Perhaps if this was a real fight, sure. But in a spar, Octavius felt as if some rule was broken.

With an embittered feeling in his heart driving him forward, Octavius swiftly moved in to strike, the point of his sword meeting its mark at Koa's left shoulder, opposite his dragon. It perhaps pressed in a little harder than necessary, betraying Octavius' dissatisfaction, but he moved away quickly, lowering his sword.

"It looks like I'm the first one to four. I would say this was a good spar, but I would've liked to know beforehand that we could bring in allies," he said this as he gave a pointed look to Koa's dragon.
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Koa Carpenter
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#16
A heart-shaped tree standing in between human nature, and the nature we see
Oh cry me a river, Octavius - or so Koa thinks, laughing dismissively at the idea of having no honor. "'Honor?'" the younger dragoon parrots derisively, raising an eyebrow and shifting his weight "Maybe you're rich enough to afford things like honor, but the rest of us make do with what we have. You might call it dishonorable. I prefer resourceful." Yep, here it is again, the wealth disparity. No, Koa definitely doesn't have a chip on his shoulder.

But he does have a Pip. And he's not afraid to use her.

Not that it gets him the victory, but honestly? There's a certain satisfaction from seeing Octavius's smug face so openly upset, from knowing that even if he can't win a physical fight, he can take down the other boy in a battle of words. It's positively juvenile, make no mistake; but then, Koa is still a youth. Perhaps we should forgive him his occasional shitheaded shenanigans.

(We shouldn't. He's being a brat.)

The last blow hurts, the press of bruising fueling the young man's ire. But it's also satisfying, proof that he's getting under his opponent's skin. Koa shrugs nonchalantly at Octavius, flashing another toothy grin. "And take away the challenge of it?" He's on a roll now, his arms thrown wide, Pipsqueak helping with a series of hisses and flared wings. "Hey- you still won. That's what matters, right? So what if you don't have friends?" He's dropped the sword onto the ground; if Octavius wants to hit him and maintain any honor, it'll have to be with fists.
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Octavius Acanthio Belefort
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#17
Octavius
As expected, Koa is still acting triumphant, like he won somehow, throwing his arms open as if to invite Octavius to hit him. His words are biting and insolent, but once the spar is done, it is done. So, Octavius walks over to the sword rack to replace his weapon there. Unlike Koa, Octavius respects the rules and knows that he won fair and square. There is no need to prove himself further. Koa is simply provoking him in a desperate attempt to get Octavius to make some mistake or embarrass himself somehow.

There is clearly a lot more going on behind Koa's feelings, some pain deep inside that fuels his resentment for those like Octavius, born into money. Why else would he be so focused on it? While he knows more talking would likely be useless, Octavius cannot help himself from replying.

"I did win, yes. If you would like to spar without any type of rules, by all means, do so. Perhaps you will be able to beat me then." Then he smiled in a way that didn't reach his eyes; rather, it punctuated the condescension of his words. His posture was purposefully relaxed, leaning against the sword rack with one arm, the opposite of Koa's hostile tension. Octavius knew he was stooping to Koa's level, but there was a part of him that wanted to see what would happen, who would win if they fought seriously. That damn dragonling wouldn't make it easy.
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Koa Carpenter
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A heart-shaped tree standing in between human nature, and the nature we see
It's the condescension that really eggs him on, confirms that Koa's right, that Octavius does look down on him. It doesn't help that the other boy has draped himself on the weapon rack like he bloody owns it, looking oh-so-smug and comfy while the younger Dragoon sneers. He clenches his hands at his side, white knuckles betraying the surging adrenaline beneath a calm(ish) exterior. He can feel the pulse beat in his throat; it feels like the moments before a fight, when he's hyped himself enough to enjoy throwing that first punch.

But Koa doesn't punch Octavius; at least, not today. Nor does he take the bait. Instead he shrugs, waving a hand dismissively. "Nah, wouldn't want to damage that pretty face," the boy laughs mirthlessly, tossing a flippant smile. "This was fun, though. Let's do it again sometime. Preferably after you get that stick out of your ass." He picks up the sword and starts to walk away, grip on Pipsqueak tight.
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Octavius Acanthio Belefort
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#19
Octavius
Octavius waits as Koa takes in his words, ready for him to explode. He doesn't though, and Octavius is disappointed. The adrenaline from the spar is still rushing through his body, seeking an outlet. He can tell that Koa feels the same, but he represses it expertly, fists clenching tight. Then he calls Octavius pretty with a cold smile, insults him in the next sentence, and turns to walk away. For some reason, this makes Octavius even angrier than before. Octavius had practically invited him to fight again, this time on his terms, yet he refused.

"Are you really telling me you don't want to fight again? Are you not yet ready for your chance to enact vengeance? And here I thought you were confident." He knows this is low of him to say, but he just can't help himself. Something about Koa gets under his skin like no one he's met before. And he really does want to see Koa fight at his best, see if he really does have the skill to match his attitude. Octavius follows Koa as he walks away, stepping up behind him and putting a hand on his shoulder, pulling him around to face him again.

"Or is it that you're afraid, hm? Afraid I will beat you?" Octavius Acanthio Belefort is not a man accustomed to refusal, nor permission. If Koa clearly has the energy and will to spar again, why does he refuse? At this point, Octavius is fully aware of what he himself wants from this.

"Is it really so difficult to hit me?" Octavius says while he looks straight into Koa, flames burning behind his honey-gold eyes.
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Koa Carpenter
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#20
A heart-shaped tree standing in between human nature, and the nature we see
Koa stops. How couldn't he, when Octavius' insults are slung like buckshot, peppering his stiff shoulders with too many indignities for any man to ignore? And Octavius isn't wrong: he does want to fight, wants nothing more than to turn around and throw the other boy into the dirt, to crush that smug smile under his boot until all that comes out of his pretty mouth are please for a mercy he doesn't deserve. It frightens the Dragoon, how furious he is, how violent his urges.

It exhilarates him, too.

His fists clutch tight at his side, knuckles white, nails biting mercilessly into calloused palms. He doesn't turn back, not until the hand lands heavy on his shoulder, until it's pulling him back to face the object of all his burning rage. And then? Honestly, who could even blame him? Koa did everything right, after all. He disengaged. He tried to leave. It's like Octavius wanted to be punched.

And who is he, fresh as he is, to deny a brother in arms?

He doesn't hear the rest of what Octavius has to say. All he hears is the rushing in his ears, and then the quiet, clear, hyper-focus that comes during a bout in the ring. Remember: Koa is a boxer, and while he may be lacking with a sword, when it comes to landing a punch? There, the young man shines. There's a reason The Warrior is a known name in underground fight rings. There's a reason his knuckles tend to be bloodied more often than his face. With a fluidity impressive in such a large frame the young man spins around, his arm traveling in the trajectory of his turn, a perfect extension of his mind, controlled and precise.

When it hits Octavius' waiting jaw? Ah, there's nothing more satisfying than that.

Koa's face is eerily calm as he steps toward Octavius again. He rolls his head, cracking his neck- then strikes out with another pair of punches, this one a calculated pair of jabs, one to the stomach, one to the head. There is no mercy in his violence, no sportsmanship. Octavius wanted to see what the boy was capable of? Koa will oblidge.
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Octavius Acanthio Belefort
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#21
Octavius
When Koa moves to strike, it isn't as if Octavius doesn't expect it. What surprises him is the sheer speed of the movement, much faster than any of his previous attacks with the sword. Koa's closed fist strikes Octavius square in the jaw, hard enough to make him stumble backwards slightly and turn his head to the side. Pain radiates from the spot, but Octavius has no time to think about it because Koa is quickly moving to strike again.

Octavius raises his arms to guard himself from the next attacks, and the defense works, Koa's punches glancing off his forearms rather than his stomach and head. His stance has automatically shifted into one better suited for hand-to-hand combat, arms tucked in front, head lowered, feet placed in a staggered position. He can't help the pleased, mischievous grin that appears on his face in response to Koa's explosion of attacks. He got what he wanted, after all.

After a moment of waiting, Octavius moves forward with an attack of his own, a hooked strike into the side of Koa's torso. It connects, to Octavius' satisfaction, and his grin only widens as he shifts backwards again, moving lightly on his toes.

"So the little dog does have some bite behind his bark, does he?" It's out of character for him to be so blatantly condescending, but there is pleasure in seeing the immediate effect his words have on the young Dragoon. Besides, he's enjoying himself far too much to stop now.
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Koa Carpenter
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#22
A heart-shaped tree standing in between human nature, and the nature we see
A torso hit? Really? Koa tenses against the blow, but otherwise isn't particularly phased: he can take torso hits in his sleep. Truth be told, little could phase the Dragoon in this moment, because in this moment he isn't a Dragoon. Koa has undergone an important shift, his usually compartmentalized personas blending into one as the boxer emerges from the shadow of the soldier, ready to strike and strike again.

And strike again he does, another one-two, though this time there's a little more finesse in the act. The first jab, you see, is a chest-height feint, designed to capture Octavius' attention. The second, more critical strike, is a mean right hook that swings directly into what he hopes will be an unprotected face, unafraid (and perhaps eager) to strike his jaw and perhaps have his opponent spitting blood. And it lands, too, with a sickening thud, lighting a fire of satisfaction that burns in Koa's copper eyes.

And then without further fanfare he turns, whistling to Pipsqueak, and walks away.

{Fin}
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