To The Forge[INV/Solo]

He watched as pops walked over to the man and started twisting his arm. It seemed like the two of them had an interesting relationship. Though he wasn’t too sure how it actually worked. He was supposed to be sparring with Theo but if the man felt it would be better suited for them to spar instead that would be fine. “I’m fine with that, like you said, no powers. I’ll just use my fists.” He grinned a bit at the thought of fighting just hand to hand. It would be a good way to stretch out his body and get used to it.

‘I’m gonna have some fun.’ He thought to himself as he started to make his way out of the forge. “Be sure to follow along, Pico.” Fuyuki yelled back nonchalantly. Whether the guy followed him or not was up to Theo. Since pops seemingly made up his mind the guy was either going to spar with him or Theo would probably kick him out. At least that was just his assumption based off of how the scenario was playing out. It wasn’t long before he was outside on the sand grains of the world they inhabited.

He was going to go easy enough to have some fun with Pico. There was no point in going all out and potentially killing him. No instead he’d just have a little fun and hopefully both of them could get stronger.

“I’m not Seran.” He laughed a bit looking back at the man as he was cracking his joints. It was surprising that he really thought he was Seran. Fuyuki was nowhere near as crafty as that man. He wondered what exactly this guy was packing with all this big talk. He was still going to take it easy on the man though just because he knew that if he went all out it could result in some form of terrible accident. And he would hate to have Theo come after him with a frying pan for accidentally maiming someone.

“Well, I’m not going to go all out. This is supposed to be a friendly spar but just do what you want. I’m sure it’ll all be fine.” He smiled slyly as he vanished with a sonido step. Fuyuki wanted to get a surprise move in. He appeared in front of Pico only a couple feet from him. As soon as he was standing there his right fist came flying towards Pico’s nose. If the man wasn’t on guard he was going to have his nose shattered. ‘Hope this guy is actually as good as he thinks because this is going to hurt.’ He thought to himself as he attacked.

Fuyuki smirked after hearing the man scream. It was amusing to watch him back pedaling already, after all he just said. Pico seemed like the person to talk big, try to back it up, but not always be able to. He had a bit of gumption to him. Fuyuki spread his legs a bit in preparation as he stared at Pico. He noticed that the man had changed up his stance a bit. He was now in a guarded position looking to box. If that was the case he noted that there would be a difference in range between the two of them. Fuyuki had longer arms and much longer legs.

This wasn’t going to be some sort of boxing match that the humans did. No this was still a fight, just a fight he did not intend to take a life in. As Pico moved in closer the vasto lorde just remained still. It was when he covered about half the distance that he put between them that Fuyuki moved. His right foot stayed planted in the sands as the muscles contracted. He spun his upper half around while lifting up his left leg. In one fluid motion he timed his attack.

He intended to launch a spinning back kick to the gut of Pico. With him being in a boxing position with his hands closer to his face it’d leave some of his stomach area open. He intended to take advantage of this.

Fuyuki could feel his foot slam into the abdomen of Pico, and saw just how bad it was. As he went flying Fuyuki just waited there. It seemed a little counter intuitive but he had the feeling that it would be for the best. He had dealt with people of similar fighting styles and personalities. They liked to talk a lot then always take the same approach. They always liked to be offensive. He prepared for that by lift his arms up closer to his in his defensive stance. Once the man got up to his feet he vanished.

His body tensed as he wondered where he would appear at only for Pico to reappear in a flying drop kick. Fuyuki held back his laughter as he turned his body to the side while lifting up his right hand. The problem with a move like that was it left the person open for another attack. So that’s what he intended to do. His hand shot for the left leg of Pico. Without hesitating he planned to grab a hold of the leg, then swing his body around. He intended to slam the man into the ground and follow it up with a secondary attack.