Up For a Good Spar? (Open)

[Carlos]

Parking in the lot located near the forest, I got out of my car and sat on top of the hood of my pearlesent white Honda Prelude, holding my forehead in-between my thumb and index finger....(Such boredom here in Hircine, Well at least until 'they' make their way over here.) Shrugging my shoulders slightly I lifted my head from my fingers slowly and looked over the vast green forest, my eyebrows lifted momentarily before settling back into their previous position...(Looks so similar, but yet it's nothing like it, not as much happened...this place hasn't been stained with any blood....As of Yet...) Standing up from my car's hood I stretched my arms above my head and yawned a bit, letting out a bit of anxiety in the pit of my stomach.

"Onward I guess."

Shoving my I-Pod video into my left pocket, I walked down towards the forest and walked into it not really expecting much, (Probably gonna smoke a few and bounce later...Who knows?), I shrugged my shoulders again as I entered and I continued to walk ahead of me. Looking around I saw nothing except for green grass and tall trees cover a majority of the sun's rays from hitting the ground at all, but as I walked further and further I began breaks in the tree's coverage of the ground, soft and warm golden rays breaking through the darkness of the forest. As I walked past them I felt the wind blow past me as the warmth of the sun rays touched my black tee, grinning a bit as my tee blew to my right and flapped about as if it was a flag.

Walking for longer and longer thinking to myself and concentrating partialy on a place to relax and spar, then it hit me, the place where I met that kid, I think his name was Kei....Guess I can go there. Walking for about eight more minutes I managed to find the exact place that I came across that day. (Yes, the perfect place.) The rock ring was so perfectly made and placed (Someone definitely made this for a good reason.) As I walked into the small area I wondered to myself (Maybe I can get a good spar in today? Thats if someone comes in...) Walking over to the tree where I met Kei I sat againat the trunk and put my earphones on, bumping my head to the violent and temprent rhythms of Jedi Mind Tricks my blood began to boil a bit as, the strong lyrics of Vinnie Paz resounded along with the astounding beat produced my Stoupe the enemy of mankind.

Standing up I took off my tee and walked over to the ring, stepping into it I looked around at the emptiness of the forest, shaking loose a bit as I heard the potent words from the artist's voice, it hyped me more and more. Getting into my boxing stance I began to shadow box as I waited for something to happen.

[Auroth]

Auroth was in the forest, breathing heavily and deeply. Sweat dripped down from his brow, moving down his shirtless chest as he forged his hands once more into knuckles. His entire body was in pain, exhaustion and weariness. However, the man got back up, sweat still dripping down his face as he moved toward the tree he was hitting. Deep fist marks were forced all along the tree's trunk, as well as several foot prints, some elbow marks and even a large, head-sized hole. He had been practicing on this tree for what seemed like months now, continually banging away at the tree with his entire body to train himself. In these calm, serene, woods.... One could hear in the corner of their hearing grunts and the continually smashing of wood against something..... bony. Perhaps Carlos could hear this, perhaps not. It didn't really matter did it? After a few moments of repeated attacks, the blonde hair warrior stepped away from the trunk as he leaned back against a rock nearby, resting his body.

For a while, Auroth had trained himself alone in these woods everyday. From doing chin-ups on a tree branch to doing push-ups with boulders on his back, the man had been honing his body. But his training went far beyond the physical. He could sit here for hours on end, meditating his mind and awareness, or practice his katas and forms over and over again until the sun had set. Ever since Odin revealed the gap between Odin's fighting ability and Auroth's fighting skill, the man has increased his training in these woods to perhaps one day have the pleasure of a rematch... But sadly now was not the time. The sad truth, however, was that no matter how hard he trained, it was still no substitute for first hand combat experience. It was in this regard that Auroth fell to Odin, who could have been assumed to have gotten into dozens of tussles and from each and every fight, grew a bit stronger for it.

This naturally caused the man to want to find a good sparring partner....

Anyways, after resting for a half of an hour, the warrior got up, donning his favorite white trench coat. The sun beating down on him filled the warrior with warmth, as he began to wander through the woods. A simple stroll would be a nice way to settle down for the day, before he would head off back to his apartment to go do some homework. As he walked through the trail, he saw in the corner of his cerulean eyes what seemed to be a arena of sorts. It was more of a clearing, but it looked like a ring of sorts. Stepping off the trail, the blonde hair warrior approached the ring, his eyes seeking a foe..

As he stepped out of the bushes, his eyes saw that of a man, shadow boxing. His fists shot vigorously through the air, in the same manner as that of Odin. By now, the boxer should' have sensed that Auroth was here.... As evident by his rather loud foot steps.

"Hello there" Auroth said, giving a prompt bow..... "I am Auroth... a student from Hircine High..."

[Carlos]

(My footwork needs a little bit more bounce to it, guess my punching speed is good, I might wanna work on that a bit more also.) I thought as I shot my fists through the air with a good amount of speed, feeling some burning in the muscles of my arm I still continued to throw punch after punch after punch, trying different direction and different punches using each arm, (I'm gonna have to start using my legs in a little bit, maybe I can start.....) My thoughts were interuputed by the noise of foot steps, coming from the entrance of the clearing, stopping myself in mid-punch I looked over as I heard a voice speak to me in an introduction, my brows lifted as he spoke his name and said that he was a student from Hircine, (Hopefully this kid won't bug when I tell him that I'm from Varron, I don't anything to spark off from this, though I doubt that anything will, it's just a spar, but I gota be prepared regardless.)

"Good to meet you Auroth. My name is Carlos....A former student from Varron."

Grinning a bit I wondered how he would react, though I didn't really care if he liked Varronites or not, I would fight him either way, today I was up for a good fight or spar. Standing Stoic and idol I waited for the young man to either speak or just approach me and get into stance, but just incase he was waiting for me I spoke over to him and said...

"Would you care to join me for a spar my good sir?"

Smirking I stood in casual manner motioning to the empty side of the ring that was in-front of me. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my I-Pod and shutting it off I rolled the earphones around it and walked over to my shirt and set it down within my shirt. Walking back into the ring I stood with my arms crossed and again stoic waiting for the young man to approach and prepare.

[Auroth]

"Carlos is it? And from Varron? Interesting.... Truthfully, although I do attend Hircine High, I was one of the Varronitte transfers....."

A smile then moved onto the blonde hair warrior's face. A spar was the thing he needed today, and at such a perfect time Auroth could only pounce on the opportunity that had so perfectly presented himself. Quietly and swiftly he removed his trench coat, throwing it harmlessly on a tree stump nearby before he took off his shirt, and tossed it next to the trench coat. The sun shined down softly upon the blonde hair warrior, his yellow hair shinning in the wind's breeze. He then moved toward the boxer, standing now just a few mere feet away as he stared intensely into his foe's eyes. He could feel the battle coming, sweetly calling him as he stopped, a smile streaking across his face. He was from Varron, and Auroth was from Varron. Their ensuring brawl would be a battle reminiscent of the blood that the two students had shed over in Varron.... Even if they never met before.

"You know..... Since we're both from Varron..... I think this will probably be one hell of a fight..."

With that last sentence, the moved into position. His legs separated. It wasn't too far, nor to close... but just about shoulder width apart. A light bounce could be seen as he moved up and down along his heel. Doing so allowed the fighter to easily move and flow like water, avoiding attacks but then constricting to send out powerful blows. He was trying to do was follow a principle of fighting he recently learned of. The Martial Artist experience is that one would learn and absorb as they went on in their lives, taking in different philosophies of life and molding it to suit their individual selves. As such, Auroth was trying to incorporate the ideals that emitted itself from Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do. In truth while he did practice his katas with religious devotion, he also knew that his skill of improvising and innovation were his strengths, not just the impressive speed he displays while using his forms. Raising his hands to his upper stomach level, his arms moved in beat to his legs, swaying back and forth as he eyed his foe.

The urge to fight was drawing near, the urge to feel the sensation of blood upon himself and revel in the sanguine humor of the body. His smirk soon extended, frighteningly so, as though it stretched from ear to ear. His bounces became quicker, as he became slowly more and more excited. The warrior tried to beat down these feelings of longing for violence, but only managed to half-assedly contain these emotions.

"Come" The man said rather calmly, contrasting with his urges....