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Who: Okita Souji dudewheresmypig and Reno oreyaaa
Where: Outside the front entrance of the Mansion, on the lawn
When: After this
Rating: PG-13 (friendly violence, possible swearing~)
Summary: Souji and Reno are planning a bit of warrior bonding via beating one another up. I mean, uh, "sparring practice."
the Story: Bokken at his side, Okita made it to the front entrance in record time. In the sandals he'd also grabbed from the closet, he could take the stairs down three at a step.

He hummed cheerfully as he hastened to the door and threw it open. It was a wonderful day for sparring: bright, clear, and the grass was mostly dry. Bouncing a little on the balls of his feet, he stretched his arms out, then drew one of the bokken, bowing to an imaginary opponent before flowing into one of the standard kata. He'd taken up his practice routines again as soon as he found himself here, of course, but having an opponent -- and one with an unfamiliar style, at that! - had him bubbling with excitement.

Step, slash, turn and cut; he lost himself in the rhythm of the movements, waiting for Reno to arrive.

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Tossing the sword from hand-to-hand and testing its weight, Reno grinned at the other male challengingly. Sure, he was no sword master, but he felt he could hold his own in any fight. Reno had always been cocky like that, and even if he was pretty sure he would lose because he usually had no strategy to his fighting, he would at least have a good time.

"Works for me." He replied, moving into a position not far from where Okita was standing. Snickering at his response to sparring with guns, Reno swung his wooden sword experimentally in front of him. "Smacking each other over the head with the barrel of a gun, huh? Ha, sounds different."

Once he saw Okita move into a fighting position, Reno did the same, beckoning to him with his sword playfully. "Bring it, yo."

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Okita laughed again, merrily, and sprang into motion. The movements of a simple lunging slash were drilled into muscle and bone by years of training. Still, he was a little slow. He could feel the slight lag of half a year's enforced lethargy.

He would, he thought as he brought the blade down towards Reno's right shoulder, have to do this more often.

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Reno made sure to watch the male carefully, wanting to see how good Okita was and maybe learn a few moves on the way. It was easy to see how fluid his motions were from the instant he lunged, but the redhead reacted quickly and brought his sword up to block the swing in a somewhat sloppy manner.

Grinning up at Okita, he pushed the other's weapon away with his own and jumped forward quickly, aiming a slice at his side.

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Not bad, Okita noted as the force of their bokken meeting shivered up to his shoulders. He leapt back as Reno shoved him away, using the push for extra speed as he spun out of the way of the redhead's slash. Not bad, but not really trained; exactly what Okita would expect from a fighter experienced with different weapons.

That made him unpredictable. Smile fading into a blanker look of concentration, Okita stopped the turn at just far enough to evade Reno's weapon, and thrust his own under the slicing bokken towards his opponent's stomach.