Three Final Fantasy characters walk into a bar

[silentnarration]

WHO: Squall, Seifer, Cloud, ??
WHAT: Trying out weapons
WHERE: Workshop outside the city
WHEN: Sep 3
WARNINGS: Fight! Potentially blood and injury

Holding a gunblade in his hand again, even if it's just blade without the gun, is exhilarating. Doesn't matter what else Squall doubts about his own future, he won't give this up anytime soon. Plus, it's great stress relief from the hellish invasion of memories just weeks ago.

There's a lot of things making this fun. One, he's never fought alongside Seifer before. Two, Cloud is... remarkably powerful, way beyond what his stature and figure would indicate. Three, the prototype gunblade is a great teaser to what Seifer is going to eventually make.

He falls back to stay out of range of Cloud's buster sword (how is he even wielding that so easily?), eyes flicking over to Seifer to see what he's doing. It's strange having to flip his thoughts from how to counter Seifer's attacks to how to complement it, but all those years of fighting each other is working in their favor now.

He runs in to swipe at an opening from the other side. He's precision and skill even without the trigger component. It's clear he's treating the sparring session like a real battle. Seifer's taught him that much.

Comments

[firacrux]

[That was just Nida being Nida... and bored. As well as also kind of a jerk. Seifer's been less inclined to invite him along on adventures after his making it distinctly clear he wasn't interested and wanted little to no part in any of this. Might have been nice had he just been up front about it.

Seifer's still convinced it's just Nida lashing out. He might be wrong, but he's also not there to argue the point. They can keep their distance from each other, it's better that way.]

[His eyes move back to Cloud swinging that heavy hunk of metal like it's light as a feather. At the question he grins wolfishly. Oh, he knows where this is going.]

Sure haven't. [Setting aside his tools he moves to pull off his goggles and pick up the half-finished prototype blade that will one day be his own.]

We gonna give it a whirl?

[He lifts his high to point it Cloud's way in... yes perhaps one of the strangest fighting poses one might hold with a sword. And yet he seems balanced and confident enough with it, not like someone who has no idea what he's doing at all.]

[bravers]

Yeah.

[Seifer's sudden grin's certainly got his attention. And it's a much better thing to focus on. All of this second-guessing over motive, meaning, isn't anything he's interested in. Other than telling Seifer where he stood regarding it, hearing out Seifer's solution, and accepting that solution- Nida himself isn't anything he's interested in, either. He's already switched it off.

Seifer's form is strange, sure. But this- letting loose and just fighting- it's preferable. There's no questions about the session- no second-guessing, no assumptions, no excuses. No headaches either. Fuck talking about feelings. This is better. It's open, and it's honest.

He tests the weight of the thing. This one- this Atlas- is weighted heavily at the top, as opposed to anything he's used before, but he levels it at Seifer- holding it diagonally between himself and the other man.]

do we want to fade the combat here since we have another?

[firacrux]

[Fighting is far better than debating over a situation out of either of their hands. Nida's problems are his to face when they're self made like this. His insecurities aren't something Cloud nor Seifer have control over. If he wants to get drunk and start fights, he's going to have to deal with the consequences.

For now, at least, Seifer's glad he didn't have to lose a friend over Nida making an ass out of himself.

Cloud didn't exactly give him much in the way of specifications to work with, so Seifer built it how he could imagine it. Further adjustments could be made in the future if necessary. He considered for a moment lunging in now... then reconsidered.]

Training area.

[If they're going to do this he's not risking his forge getting damaged.]