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Sokka the 42nd - [Action/Written]

[Changing back suddenly had been something of a shock. His counterpart had a tendency to stay up late and while in the middle of making a sandwich for lunch, he gradually became aware something had changed as he blanked out for a moment. He felt shorter, younger, and there was less hair on his chin. His hair was still down, but he soon fixed that. After enough time, things started to catch up with him. All the horrible things he said, did, and thought... they were firmly in his mind. Maybe it wasn't really him who did all that stuff, but he remembered it like it was.

He spends a few hours not even sleeping, just going over everything he could remember, His first priority was his sister. After quietly peeking in on her, he could see she was back to her old self. They really, really needed to talk. But for now, he takes out his journal and writes out a message.]

I'm back to my old self. To anyone I talked to this last week, I'm sorry for everything. It wasn't me, it was... someone else. Kind of. Especially you, Winry.

[Of course, writing that in the middle of the night likely won't get noticed until the morning. By that time, Sokka will be on the roof of his house, temporarily covering up the damage left there by a certain incident yesterday. It's a good excuse for not having to face what happened the last week.]

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[Hey, he softens his blows and never aims for the temple. A wap to the back of the head would do no more then smart for a bit. Frey pulls back again, suprised at how light on his feet he is now and stumbling back a bit, tripping over himself.]

[This goes unnoticed as Sokka presses his attack regardless, this time sweeping at the legs while Frey is off balance.]

[ And Frey is too busy trying to correct his stumble to stop Sokka, so down he goes. He rolls out of the way immediately and tries to get up though. In a real fight being stuck on the ground kills.]

[Sokka wouldn't be hard pressed to keep Frey from getting up, but he backs off, slips into a defensive posture, and waits for Frey to get his bearings again.]

[Frey gets up quickly, confused as to why his balance seems off. He'll get into a defensive position, too, waiting.]

[Here he comes again for another swing, this time swinging in for Frey's left side.]

[And Frey brings in his nunchaku to block with one section, aiming the butt end of another at Sokka's midsection.]

[He begins to understand the versatility of the staff. Even so, the simple effective elegance of the blade is nothing to scoff at. While his sword is still stretched away from him, he twists it in his hand. The blade turns around in an arc, stopping so that the blade now follows up the length of his arm, behind him. When the butt end of Frey's staff goes to hit Sokka, it will instead his the sword's blade instead.

He then takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of them before twisting his sword forward again. He goes for a jab, feinting for the left, but ultimately going for the right instead.]

Edited 2010-08-23 02:15 (UTC)

[Frey goes to block, but realizing a second too late it is a feint, he instead steps back to soften the blow, wincing a bit as the practice sword hits his side.]

[But it was only a tap! With a blunt sword. Even so, Sokka isn't done, this time he'll go for the neck. Unless Frey stops him, Sokka will stop the sword just short of actually touching.]

[Frey pulls up his nunchaku and blocks, reeling back and aiming a kick at Sokka's midsection.]

[Well Sokka wasn't expecting this fight to get dirty and he takes the kick to the side. So, not just weapons now, huh? After shaking off that brief moment of pain, he's on the offense again. He goes for another jab, this time feinting to the left, then following up by going to the left again.]

[It's not dirty fighting in Frey's world. Attacking someone from behind? now that's dirty.
Frey tries to block the feint, then steps back out of the way of the second jab.]

Edited 2010-08-23 02:58 (UTC)

[Whatever Frey might call it, it's not how you duel with swords. But then, this isn't a typical duel. Two different style of weapons calls for some improvising. And they key here is to remain on the offense. They key is to take advantage of his own natural advantages. Right now he has size and strength on his side, not to mention a hell of a lot of stamina.

He puts that to use as he follows up with a flurry of blows, each one easily intercepted, but not enough to leave him exposed before he goes for another. Sokka intends to keep up at it until Frey slips up.]

[Frey blocks the blows, and continues to do so, stepping back a bit under the pressure. He really never realized how different his body was now.]

[~~Aside from going to the bathroom, of course.~~ Sokka remains relentless in his blows, each he starts to put a little more oomph in them. If he was using his space sword, there's good chance he could accidentally cut Frey in two.]

[Frey continues to block and steps back again, leaning back a bit and gasping as he tumbles backwards.]

[And there's the opening. Sokka takes advantage of that and thrusts his sword straight into Frey's face.

Or rather, a few inches to the right of it. He doesn't want to kill the girl.]

Ready to quit yet?

[There's a frown on his face. Why was he so off balance?] Actually, I think so. My apologies.

[He sets his sword over his shoulder and nods.]

You didn't do bad, considering.

Thank you. [He sits up, still frowning a little. This was going to be hard to adjust to.]

[He offers a hand to pull Frey up.]

You're right, though. It's not just a silly stick.

[Frey smiles as he takes Sokka's hand.] I told you.

[Aaand pulling up.]

All the same though. [He glances over at his own sword that's leaning up against the wall.] I think I'll stick with my space sword.

[Frey stands up straight, brushing himself off and staring at the sword] I didn't even know you could make a blade from those.

Edited 2010-08-23 03:44 (UTC)

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