((Collab post between Letter Bee and WXer))

There were wooden, padded, and blunted weapons on the racks, but Giorgios just took up another shield. Facing Lukas, the heavily-muscled eighteen-year old said, "I have all I need."

The shields would glow with a faint, almost certainly supernatural light...

The keyblader would grab the first wooden sword from the closest rack, quickly turning his attention to his sparring partner afterwards. "Then I choose Holzschwert here. En garde!" Lukaz would exclaim, doing a running lunge towards Giorgios with a drunken swagger. His aim was naturally drawn towards the light of the shield, almost like a moth to the flame.

As the wooden blade struck the shield, Lukas would feel the force of the blow magically bounce back from the enchanted item, causing a shockwave that would hit him and deal the same force he had struck with. Girogios then took up a protective stance, saying, "Sorry about that; I was assuming magic was allowed."

"All's fair in war, Sir Kyrios." Lukaz would state with a smirk on his face. This brief pause gave certain insight to the fiery fencer, concluding that if he merely stopped attacking then surely the shield could not reflect his force. But that wasn't the point of the duel. With the same initiative, Lukaz would aim high in the hopes of bypassing the shield and knock a few bells off of Giorgious' helm. However, the blows would be quick yet soft for a sweep aimed at the legs would soon follow after, hoping the shield was raised high enough that they couldn't protect the opponent's lower body.

Giorgios took the second shield for a reason; one to protect his upper body and head, the second to protect his lower body. Both shields glowed with the same reflective magic that would bounce back the damage to Lukas, but it was quite clear the shieldbearer's dexterity had been tested. The next words from him were, "Better than before. But an eighteen-year old isn't granted magical shields when he doesn't know how to use them." 

A soft 'Hyuk' esaped his throat. "Oh, sorry about that; Damianos says it's a 'verbal tic' or something."

"Think not a second thought of it, shieldbearer. I'd say you have quite the storied career ahead of you considering your skill and age." Lukaz would state before switching the wooden sword to his left hand. He was now about to pull out more tricks than just fancy swordwork. The Ghostrock Gauntlet on his right hand started to glow before exhaling a fog of smoke directed at Giorgios, as he hoped to get the element of surprise on him. Instead of a strike from his sword though, Lukaz attempted to grapple his opponent in a headlock.

The sound of both shields dropping would be the first clue that Giorgios has figured out his ploy. The second clue would be Lukas finding himself grappled back in close-quarters wrestling, with Girogios proving to be just as strong as he was, and well-aware of the principle of leverage and using said principle to position himself in a way that made the best use of his strength...

As both men were stuck in their grapple holds, a feeling of uneasiness rose back from Lukaz's guts. "We... seem to find ourselves in a predicament, Giorgios." he would state just before throwing up towards his opponent. This wasn't the trick he had in mind but he'd take it, hoping that the locks of strength would loosen up to accomodate the situation. 

Girogios closed his eyes, but his grapple was broken and he was forced to stagger back. His shields began floating back towards his hands even as he blinked out the vomit. Regaining his composure, he attacked; [i]throwing[/i] one shield, then the other, then having the first thrown shield return to his hand. The young man was cutting loose.

Lukaz threw the sparring sword at the first shield, hoping to change its trajectory while attempting to catch the second shield in mid air with a punch from his gauntlet. His aim might have been impaired but he was still standing, barely. He couldn't tell if shields were suppose to do that, but if he was getting tested for eye-hand coordination then perhaps it was time to return it in kind. "Sir Giorgios. How fast is your shield and how lucky do you feel?"

The shields would reflect their force back onto Lukas' body when they were hit, and as they returned to Giorgios' side, the soldier would say: "To both questions? Very."

"Then I call an ace high!" exclaimed Lukaz, pulling his pistol from his holster. Faster than his earlier sprints, he would run and gun towards Giorgios. However, all the shots would miss as they flew by his target's head as the deputy was careful not to hit anything vital. These were all warning shots to flinch his opponent as the big finisher was coming. Lukaz was tough and drunk enough to take a punch to the face while his fellow fighter was surely formidable. So, as he came close to Giorgios, a straight jab from a full powered Ghostrock Gauntlet landed squarely on his shield. A shockwave of power eminated from the impact which would have crushed Lukaz's arm if it wasn't already protected.

One shield parried the shots, another shield would parry the Ghostrock Gauntlet. However, only the Gauntlet's blow would be reflected back onto Lukas' body, while the gunshots would be bounced back to a random training dummy. Giorgios smiled at that, and said, his face still covered with vomit: "Draw."

Lukaz was worn out from the fight but glad that he could keep up. After all, it's been a while since someone actually gave him a run for his money. "Now, I suppose someone else can take a go if they want." he would state, before taking a seat on the training hall's floor.