I'm Walkin' Here! [Private/Jean]

"The fact you even have to ask..." Looking towards the other with a distasteful look in his eye, Abel took notice of something in this moment of vigor. His own reiatsu had momentarily flared, and in doing so he acknowledged it being...rebound by the male in front of him? Not as if intentionally, but as if his body were capable of "handling" it.

Grey eyes peeled tightly together as Abel scrutinized every inch of the male, especially that damned long hair. While simply awaiting Abel's response, the Quincy decided to make an irrational decision and began utilizing reishi in the twenty-five (25) meter area encompassing the two of them. Other passerby would also feels the effects, although that was, as of this moment, none of his concern.

Just goes to show how unaware you are of your surroundings!" With his spell coming into play, Abel stepped forth and sought for the collar of the male's attire with his left hand, the right one cocking back and telegraphing what normally would have been his next move. But instead his hand began to glow with vibrant energy...

In truth, Abel was getting tired of being bumped into by anyone and everyone. At the Vandenreich, he was nothing more than a mere Soldat. Quincy walked over him all the time, and it was abundantly hypocritical of him to behave this way in front of a human stranger. Yet he did, in some sick twisted sense of justification, though slowly his sanity began to creep back within the confines of his mind, causing Abel to contemplate why he was really doing any of this.

As Abel's right hand accumulated the necessary reishi around him to produce the technique he had in mind, so to did the male come lurching forward into his personal midst. Forced to jump back a full pace (one meter at most) in order to avoid being caught by the strike, Abel lobbed the mass of reishi towards the male in hopes of ending this quickly.

The male was able to move well enough inside the little "safe zone" provided to Abel at the expense of his reishi. Though now it wasn't worth much, and the Quincy instead moved onto binding the opponent so that they could no longer lash out at him. The guy obviously had some sort of spiritual capabilities, Abel was sure of it, though to what extent he was yet to find out. But he would soon enough...or at least Abel would try, of course. It was in his prideful, stubborn nature to dare and exert his "spirituality"...even if it meant having to try and rough someone up just to get something out of them. "By any means necessary" was a common order for a very appropriate reason.

Sometimes you just had to go the extra mile to find you can.

Allowing the male some time to speak, Abel found himself moving locale in a manner that could only be described by him as teleportation after the male landed his hand upon him. Almost as if second nature, he focused on his blood and pumped reishi through him as a means of protection.

Right hand reaching back towards the male thereafter, his quincy cross from it's fastened position at the right wrist would conjure a european straight-sword, which "stabbed" wayward towards that male's corresponding shoulder/torso as the blade came to it's full length. Though it wasn't so great a speed at which Abel did so, bringing him to wonder if the guy wouldn't just...y'know, teleport away again. That made him pretty difficult to fight, especially when they seemingly preferred to duke it out the old-fashioned way.

Unfortunately, he didn't learn much fist fighting as a quincy. Abel felt using a weapon and having the intent to kill one's enemies displayed true resolve. The only part he ever had to worry about was a guilty conscience, but even then that was manageable. Depending on his opponent, however, Abel wouldn't easily land his mark. Though he didn't really want to, it was the only way he was confident in a fight like this where the other person was also just as...privileged.

With more ferocity to the boy than what Abel originally credited him for, the foot pressing on his own was enough to stake him there for the progressing fists towards his fast. The first he managed to dodge nigh entirely, the fist barely nudging his cheek. However, the second strike managed to make for more of a contest, the glancing blow setting Abel's face up for the third. The male hit hard, certainly leaving considerable bruising where he had struck Abel on the cheek and/or jawbone. 'That bastard...'

However, with his Blut Vene active, Abel found managing the task of standing his ground quite easier than expected, partially thanks to the other male's foot keeping his own in place. Thus his off-hand brought itself around in a horizontal motion, aspiring to strike at their torso and/or ribs. While Abel didn't originally intend to use his weapon, he felt the need to use it against this one.

And because of his pride as a quincy, Abel could not let himself be so easily defeated. Though this was less a fight, and more a skirmish. While he probably should have ignored the little "incident", it didn't sit well with him to let these sort of things go unanswered...