Kel's reply was his charge, a wicked grin on his face as he abandoned subtlety for brute strength and momentum. The sword was abandoned due to his 'grievous injury' but he still had one good arm and two good legs, and he'd always been stronger and more muscular than the raven, ever since they were kids.
Something he kept remembering, instead of their 'new' bodies and the changes that had overcome them on Caido.
He felt a surge of victory as he hit, intending to tackle Rance to the ground and sit on him to claim victory as he'd done when they were kids, but Rance had learned some dirty tricks of his own since then and Kel was overconfident. Down they went - but the raven was ready for him, and when they hit the ground it was Rance who took control of their momentum. Before the wind-spirit could get his balance under him he found himself being lifted by the body beneath him and tumbled to the side, finding himself the one on the bottom and Rance straddling him in victory.
Kel tried to heave once with his hips, but he was thoroughly pinned and he fell back with a laugh, flinging one arm melodramatically over his eyes. "Alright, alright!" he managed through his laughter. "I submit! I'll return your feather, peasant. It didn't go with my wardrobe anyways." And he peeked from beneath his arm as he stuck out his tongue at his friend, happy to pretend for a moment that they were kids in the Grove again.
Not adults trying not to think about the unceasing darkness of an alien world.
Something he kept remembering, instead of their 'new' bodies and the changes that had overcome them on Caido.
He felt a surge of victory as he hit, intending to tackle Rance to the ground and sit on him to claim victory as he'd done when they were kids, but Rance had learned some dirty tricks of his own since then and Kel was overconfident. Down they went - but the raven was ready for him, and when they hit the ground it was Rance who took control of their momentum. Before the wind-spirit could get his balance under him he found himself being lifted by the body beneath him and tumbled to the side, finding himself the one on the bottom and Rance straddling him in victory.
Kel tried to heave once with his hips, but he was thoroughly pinned and he fell back with a laugh, flinging one arm melodramatically over his eyes. "Alright, alright!" he managed through his laughter. "I submit! I'll return your feather, peasant. It didn't go with my wardrobe anyways." And he peeked from beneath his arm as he stuck out his tongue at his friend, happy to pretend for a moment that they were kids in the Grove again.
Not adults trying not to think about the unceasing darkness of an alien world.
