Feldar's quarrel

"We all have to make lil' sacrifies.." A slight frown as she struggled to jerk the knife from the wall, eyes adoringly staring along its dully shimmering edge. Sparrow took a deep breath for courage's sakes, looking fearfully curious as she placed the blade on the flat of her palm. Shuddering violently, she squeezes, gasping slightly as the knife cut through her skin like melted butter...Giving a coy look over her shoulder at him, the girl placed the now lightly bleeding hand over the indents of the tray- the crimson now forming what could seem like two snakes intertwining around a flower..Rose, to be precise.

"Tu Fui, Ego Eris.." She whispered loyally, head tilted back to gaze at the ceiling...A blinded grin across her face. "Just a few more moments..."

 

Sparrow blinked twice. She hadn't actually thought of the blade being filfthy and what consquences that may bring...Ash now merely bit onto her tongue in anticipation, flinching slightly as the cloth was wrapped caringly around her hand. The boy was..Far too confusing for his own good. On one hand; he seemed icey, detached...And generally an anti-social egotistic, arrogant so-and-so..On the other, he kept giving signs of being a good person...Oh, he'd be a hard case to figure out- but she'd manage it.

The lass stepped back from him and the machine, a victorious smile upon her lips as she extended her palm out...Right, should have been enough time for it to mold together. Her eyes closed to help her in concentration, the grin fading ever so slightly.

It had worked! The key-blade chose the correct master this time...Seemed a good deal lighter than what Alaric made it out to be. This key-blade she had actually managed to form intertwined white and red, the end of it looking as if thorns were protruding out the other side.."Now THAT, is what I call a key-blade!"

 

"...Do you have to keep burstin' my bubble like this?" She replied unhappily, seeing the strangled amusement on his face. Oh, God..Now she'd be embarrased to actually bring out the weapon. Her brow furrowed ever so slightly, giving evils to her key-blade..."...It could be worse..Lady Kairi's key-blade was all flowery'n stuff..." A valuable defense, but...It still didn't excuse it. Sparrow tilted her head from side to side, yawning ever so slightly as she slung the key-blade casually over one shoulder. "I know how to use it..But..I'm kinda at a loss of what to do here...I mean, I've got my key-blade..So what now?"

 

"..You ain't listenin' to me, are you...I know how use a Goddamn key-blade! I just..Need to know where to go next. I mean, how'd ya actually -find- an organisation member? Well, s'pose I could get myself known as a threat by takin' care of the lil' nobodies...And there's rules to fighting?" Her expression turned horrified at this, brow raising paranoidly. "...You're jerkin' my leg, ain't ya? There can't b-wait up!" A slight squeak as she scurried fourth determindly- eventually settling for following behind him..Like a lil' ol' lost and confused puppy.

 

"...You really are one of the most difficult people I have -ever- met." This statement was whispered casually as she noticed..Just how blatantly ignored she was. The young woman shrugged contemplatingly, slender finger tapping feverishly against the key-blade...Owh, was this exciting or what! Her first battle with her new comrade...And against a key-blader, no doubt! The girl couldn't help but squeak happily, head contently bobbing from side to side. "Okies! Give it all ya got!" An enthuastic thumbs up towards him, the girl now circling hm casually, simply grinning.

 

And such a move would be..Absolutely a yawn to block- as her blade was already resting lightly on her shoulders, so it was just a matter of quickly flicking her wrist so the key-blade was resting vertically to deflect his. She tossed a mocking glance over her shoulder at him, now simply bringing her weapon up...More to knock him back by hitting his stomach, perhaps even winding him, than actually going full-blast into trying to stab him.

 

Sparrow's eyes closed slightly as her blade was hopelessly trapped, fists clenching in irritation...Although both eyes now swiftly jerked open as she placed her two palms on the ground, guiding her body to swing both legs at the back of Alaric's knees...And, should it connect, the chances of him still being up-right were..Rare, to be blunt. A small mix of CQC and key-blading..Now that certainly should have got her through most things.

 

Now, she could have simply grabbed the key-blade, or summoned it, and aimed it at his throat to make the lock mutual...And that's -exactly- what she did, just so he couldn't rub it in her face that she wasn't the best of fighters. Ash smirked ever so slightly as she felt the key-blade carrese her throat, eyes flickering challengingly down to it before focusing her lingering gaze towards his face...The smirk dispersing almost immediately. "Perfect...Cause I don't feel like listenin' to stuff I already know. Now get off, ya shmuck.."

 

"Then I'll learn it on the way." She argued quietly with a shrug, hand intertwining tightly with his as she was helped up. Ah, well...Truth be told, that could have went a -lot- wose..A lot better, but a lot worse as well. She wasn't happy with the result, but would have to be content...After all, Ash had spent her life running and hiding, not actually..Fighting. Still plenty of time to learn thogh...And this lad seemed geniunely serious about helping her. A slight wiggle of her nose at him as she immaturely pouted, staring down at his feet. "Haha! One step ahead of ya there, at least my Key-blade knows what's what..Guess it'll just take time, buddy.."

 

"...Okay, this falls in with the respect rule- no carrying!" Sparrow frowned suddenly, not struggling against him or violently thrashing in any way...Simply looking like the annoyed little Sparrow that she was. It was frightfully clear that on this journey, there was a lot of rules yet to be formed..And this boy would have to be taught how to treat people- not that she knew much about it herself, but..Being treated like a rag-doll was not her idea of how things should've went. "And if you wanted me to walk quicker, then ask..D'ya have any idea where you're goin', princess?"