French Alps [Private/Training]

"So, where do we star-" Before Abel could finish his words, the auburn haired mother of his was whipping up a spell, casting it towards him whilst his father had applied his own means of an assault, suddenly appearing at his hind flank, quincy cross in-hand and reaching out towards Abel. 'Shit...'

Utilizing the Hirenkyaku technique, Abel barely managed to shift his position several feet to the side before his father's straight-sword constructed in a powerful thrust, skewering the reishi his mother had tried to entangle him with and disposing of it shortly after with another swinging motion. "Not bad...but can you keep it up with both of us?"

"Doubtful." Suddenly Abel's mother had encroached his "safety net" with sheer speed as well, constructing in her hands a bow of reishi. While Abel and his father were raised using a sword, she had her own heritage...her own way of fighting. In just a moment, he could see three (3) arrows being nocked and ready to loose themselves, though she wasn't the only one...Abel's father, Matthieu, was now waiting to strike as he observed where his son headed next.

"She's right, y'know." Applying another use of his Hirenkyaku, Abel sought to meet face-to-face with his father and take a swing at him. With his father offering a parry when they clashed a moment later, it was not very surprising to Abel when he could hear the sound of his mother nocking more reishi into arrows for her bow. "Matthieu!" Natalie let go of her words as she let loose her arrows, and as Matthieu turned and twisted to avoid both the arrow and any potential swing of Abel's, so too did their son manage to mimic his father's moves from their training. "Not fast enough, mom."

A series of eight (8) arrows flew past their mark, and once out of the way the two jumped forth at one another, once again in synchronization as they both allowed their straight-swords to flare heavily with the concentrated reishi of the area. With more Quincy gathered than usual, it seemed there was an abundance of energy ready for them to use.

And because of this, the collision of their two (2) attacks gave birth to another uproar of snow and earthen debris otherwise. the only one caught in it's wake, however, was Natalie. Abel and Matthieu remained unscathed, the force dispersing itself in all other directions but their own. As the matter settled back unto the ground, they could see each other, as well as Natalie's auburn hair poking out from the snow not far from them. "Natalie?!" Matthieu called out to her once, although the silence that followed wasn't his answer.

Allowing her reiatsu to cap itself, Natalie resided in "hiding" until Matthieu managed to force Abel wayward towards her. If and when he did, Natalie would be able to spring her trap un that unsuspecting son of her's. It would serve him right, she thought to herself, for doing what he did. Though she also felt Matthieu was part to blame...maybe she'd get a little payback for him as well?

Because little did they know, Natalie's left leg had been struck by a piece of debris. She could feel the internal damage, the bleeding, and there wasn't much to do but bide her time and stamina. Besides, Matthieu seemed to be enjoying the duel with his son. It was a proper match-up.

With their battle now consisting of the mere swinging of their swords, the two began to close in on one using multiple applications of the Hirenkyaku technique. Being it Matthieu that was pursuing Abel, the defensive approach to the fight now seemed to compliment the son, who was already accustomed to fighting in such a manner. One clash of swords after another, and the two began finding themselves lightly grazing the other with their sword.

A cut on Matthieu's arm. A cut on Abel's cheek. A gash on Matthieu's shoulder. Their swords moved almost as swiftly as they did themselves utilizing the Hirenkyaku technique, scaling further up the mountainside and away from Natalie. Soon enough, his father decided to up the ante, as Abel had already.

The tip of Matthieu's sword lifted to take aim towards his son Abel, spewing a large streak of reishi his way (Tier IV) that threatened to annihilate everything in it's wake. Managing to move just enough to it's side, the amount of havoc it wreaked was enough to set off yet another avalanche. "You wanna bury mother, or what?" Last he checked, she was still underground...right?