[center][h1][b]Nikolay Ivushkin | The Imperial Fist[/b][/h1][/center]

"Excellent...", Nikolay responded to Henry's acceptance of his offer to spar. He got patted on the back right after that... not on the shoulder. Or the head. Henry really was an absolute unit, and Nikolay thought that he could crush a man's skull if he flexed those biceps hard enough. Either way, the not-so-apparent Russian boy nodded and smiled as Henry apologized for somewhat ignoring him in the morning. "Oh, I suppose that's normal when people aren't so accustomed to each other yet. Uh huh... yeah. When people don't know each other very well, they... ah, bloody hell, butter my pint, why am I rambling again... mfff..."

Quietly rambling to himself, Nikolay walked towards the other end of the ring that was going to serve as their sparring space. Coughing slightly, the glow in his eyes disappeared all together as he put his mind towards his Noble Arms once again, focusing every bit of his will and mind into bringing them into existence. Thus they came to his side like always, appearing like the severed hands of a white marble statue. There were two of them...

"I'm ready.", he said to Henry as their spar began in earnest. The first thing he did was to switch the Fists to Monotone; their ghostly green color that denoted their powers of defence were replaced by an iridescent red; along with this, his eyes also turned red. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Open sesame!"[/color]

As Henry dashed towards him to get close, the two floating hands of stone each had a sphere of reddish light on their palms, which then erupted into twin beams of energetic destruction. They should be relatively easy to dodge, but if they hit, it will be... bad.

[center][h1][b]Nathaniel Gregorio | The Blitzkrieg[/b][/h1][/center]

"Oh, thank the Lord.", Nath nodded profusely at Oscar as the latter agreed to spar with him. When the two of them were putting their protective gear on, Nath was having difficulty trying to get the damned things on, partly because he had short arms. And for another, he wasn't used to putting on things that were complicated like this. It was like putting on those costumes... except that this wasn't just for aesthetics. For one, he had Noble Arms that could kill someone with a well placed shot. Shock Bolters were like pistols... except that they were like mini-railguns of some sort, what with him having electromagnetic powers from it.

"Yes... I may need some help here.", Nath sheepishly groaned as he couldn't reach the piece of the gear that was supposed to be mounted on the back. Ah damn short arms!

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