Bond. James Bond (
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paradisa2013-06-12 11:13 am
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Fifth shot
[Having had enough of the man at the gym who simply would not stop talking, Bond decided to relocate to the pool to do some laps. He's already ran on the treadmill and now he's in the middle of swimming 50 laps.
Since his death he's been pushing him body to the brink, training harder than ever before to attempt to prepare himself for whatever this place might throw at him next. He knows that he hadn't been able to fight the madness last time, enemies from within are the hardest to face, after all. That doesn't mean he can't be ready for enemies from without. Thus he's been dividing his time between research, reconnaissance and training. Even while he swims his mind is running over the facts he'd pulled from Zelos' report. Each stroke of his arm is another detail pulled deeper into his memory. The best way to fight anyone is to know as much as you possibly can about them, after all.
Eventually he pauses to take a brief breather, pulling himself out of the water and sitting on the edge of the pool. He seems quite content to be by himself right now. Clearly this means this solitude should be interrupted]
Since his death he's been pushing him body to the brink, training harder than ever before to attempt to prepare himself for whatever this place might throw at him next. He knows that he hadn't been able to fight the madness last time, enemies from within are the hardest to face, after all. That doesn't mean he can't be ready for enemies from without. Thus he's been dividing his time between research, reconnaissance and training. Even while he swims his mind is running over the facts he'd pulled from Zelos' report. Each stroke of his arm is another detail pulled deeper into his memory. The best way to fight anyone is to know as much as you possibly can about them, after all.
Eventually he pauses to take a brief breather, pulling himself out of the water and sitting on the edge of the pool. He seems quite content to be by himself right now. Clearly this means this solitude should be interrupted]

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[ Ashura grunted as James got a hold of him, widening his stance to keep himself up right and from being pushed back. The awkward angle meant his sword was, for the moment, out of the game and any movement could as easily hurt him as it would James.
But Ashura was not without his tricks.
Ashura's eyes began to glow a faint yellow-gold and he sucked in... the breathed out, a jet of flame sizzling by James' face. The actual breathing part was not so much necessary was it was a control device for Ashura, and he kept it cool enough that all James would feel would be an uncomfortable heat. He was not so into this match he would risk burning James, but as a shock tool? It was useful. ]
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He cursed under his breath, turning his head away and closing his eyes just in time to shield himself as much as possible from the heat. He held on for a good while, longer than any sane man probably would have. Eventually he could take it no longer and he let go of Ashura, shoving the man backwards.
He took a few steps back, wiping the sweat from his face with the back of his hand. Watching Ashura very closely he held his ground for a moment as he caught his breath.]
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[ Ashura stumbled back but gained his feet. He switched his sword to his other hand and lashed out with the other one, fire crackling to life in the form of a whip. Holding back was not something he could wisely do against James, that much was clear. He wouldn't try to give him something like burns, but the whip would be an effective herding method so long as James did not know that.
He "cracked" it near James, wanting him to move, draw him in close again. Of course, if James figured out that he never intended to touch him with the thing, well, he'd have to think of a new tactic... ]