Galen stood in a small desert-themed arena, waiting for Blue to walk through the entrance.
"Where's that tin-fist?"

The chains bound around Blue's shoes rattled as he walked toward and out of the entrance. He stood a short distance from Galen and flicked his hair to the side, "I guess you want this to go down bare knuckles, eh?"

You can't do two training topics at once.

We'll just put this on hold till he finishes his match with Frost.

OOC: Time to fight!

"You can have your glove if you want, Tin-Fist. I'm easy."

Blue grunted, "Fine with me. Now, who shall be throwing the first punch?"

"I guess ye can go first if'n yer really wantin' to."

Galen stood still, letting out a slight yawn.

Without hesitation Blue jetted forward from his standing position, and as he neared Galen the spikes from his arm spun outward before he faked a left hook, followed by a right punch directly at Galen's chest.

Galen made an "EEP!" face and took a very fast step back, stuck his hand out, grabbing Blue's right arm, and launched himself in the air.

"Boy's all gun and no fun says I. Welp, better give him what he wants."

Galen started to plummet back down , creating a small tornado, which he used to ride and directed his decent at Blue's chest.

Blue grit his teeth as he knew Galen had a tough strategy. As the tornado neared Blue slammed his arm into the ground and used its leverage to whirl himself around the tornado aiming a left kick to the back of Galen's head.

"Can't stop this o--!"

Galen felt the sting of Blue's foot on the back of his head, throwing him off his tornado, which dissipated with the loss of concentration.

"You sneaky bastard. Ne'er thought about you usin' yer arm like that. Clever that was."

The air at Galen's feet began to swirl, lifting the desert arena's sands around Galen in a churning mass, which promptly hurled itself at Blue.

"I've got some clever moves of me own."

Blue shielded his eyes from the strong mist of sand. He had no heavy material of which to cover himself, his shirt was pretty much skin tight, and he didn't feel like resorting to his pants. As the sand continued to pelt him, he attempted to spin it off. Finally breaking free of the sandy vortex, he planted his feet in preparation for another attack from Galen.

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OOC: How are we keeping score? Below the main post in <brackets> good?

"Rode out my Dust Devil, didja? Whoo, you're good mate!"

Galen smirked as he said this, as the sand vortex circled back around, and as it closed in on Blue, it "shattered" into a hundred tiny blades of wind and sand.

Blue became aggravated at this constant wave of attacks. In a furious burst, he charged at the tiny blades and swung with his hefty right arm, knocking away the majority of them, as the rest dug into his skin causing small but slightly painful cuts. He ignored this pain though, and proceeded onward by jumping and aiming a right kick to Galen's right shoulder.

"Nasty cuts, ain't they?"

Galen tried to duck under Blue's kick, but he wasn't quite fast enough, and was struck in the forehead. Galen caught himself on a cushion of air and steadied his balance.
"Whew, quite a kick you've got! Come at me if ya got the balls mate!"

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Blue grinned with the very side of his mouth, "I like yer spirit, m8"

He said, wiping some of the blood spots off his arms and chest.

"Ask and you shall receive," he said charging up to Galen and aiming a roundhouse kick to Galen's right cheek.

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Galen wasn't caught off guard this time, using footwork to jump out of the way. He gathered a large mass of air around his right fist, compressed it, and set it spinning with a loud roar as the sand in the air made the wind cut even Galen's hand. He punched at Blue's back as he passed over him.

"Tornado Fist!"

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Blue coughed up a small amount of blood as he dropped to his knees, staring at the ground in front of him. He caught himself though, as he could withstand a blow or two. He rolled forward, and stood facing Galen. His back was in serious knots as adjusting himself a few times to relieve some of the serious pain it has caused.

"Not bad, although I'd be lying if I said I didn't sense you'd pull something off."

Blue grinned, in a devilish way. Raising both his arms about half way up his body, a bright flash of blue aura pulsed around him as his veins grew much brighter.

"Now, I can almost sense a move before you make it. So, let the battle commence, mate!"

"Sensing's all well and good mate, but what if there's nothing to sense?"

Galen stood still as stone, waiting for Blue to make his move.
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Blue chuckled, "My odd friend, there's always something to sense. It's that feeling as though someone is behind you, or staring at you from across the room. Only, with my [now] enhanced electrical manipulation, I can almost see a kick before it happens. Mind you, I'm no super human, nor could I predict every move. But let's say--" There was a certain cockiness in his voice, but not in the assholeic tone "I'll be prepared for anything generic you might throw at me."

Blue was tired of waiting for Galen to attack and charged at him.

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