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A challenge!
Weapons: Fletcher Tringham and Mei Chang Russel Tringham vs. Edward Elric
There was a quote from some famous general about making your opponent angry that probably applied here. But Russel didn't know it, because he didn't care about things like that. All he knew was he was furious, and someone had to pay. The best option he had was Ed. So he dropped a note on his table subtlety at lunch to meet him in the courtyard later. And he brought Fletcher out on the pretext of inspecting what plants were out there, only to discover he couldn't identify most of them. That only made him angrier.
On top of all of this, his nightmare was still haunting him, and mixing with the content of nightmares he'd had in the past. He was not a very well-rested individual.
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As he got closer, Ed adjusted his hold on the kunai, making it so that it became something like a makeshift version of the blade he normally transmuted out of his automail arm. And as he closed the space between them, in the mere moments before Fletcher had grabbed hold of his brother, Ed swung that arm forward in a bladed jab. He aimed for a non-vital point, but with the way everyone was moving...
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Until then.
Until the projection of that knife sank into his stomach. Fletcher had grabbed him. Ed had lunged. Russel didn't even have a chance to yell at his brother. But he screamed. Oh did he. He fell to the ground, holding his stomach. He looked down, expecting to be bleeding like a stuck pig, but he wasn't. Sure, his shirt and vest were torn, but nothing came from his flesh.
He shot a glare up at Ed, but his head was swimming too much from the pain to form any kind of insult.
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No, no, he hadn't meant for that to happen. He'd just wanted them to stop, both of them. He just stared from Russel to Edward, feeling panic welling up in him.
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"Shit... That wasn't..."
The wound wasn't bleeding, oddly enough, but Edward was beyond confused. He looked to Mei for help, then looked back at Russel and Fletcher. He didn't know what to say. 'Sorry' wasn't a strong enough expression.
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"Um, the fight ends if he gives up?"
Mei doesn't sound too certain right now. It wasn't that a forfeit wouldn't work, it was that she wasn't sure if Russel would swallow his pride long enough to even consider it. "Or if he can't get back up..." Or if the weapon gets broken, but that could never be an option. Especially not with Fletcher.
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He stood their, bow at his side, and panting. Then he curled back and swung a punch at Ed, as quickly as he could.
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He looked over to Ed and Mei desperately.
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Anger made attacks easy to read, especially when they were in a desperate situation. So the punch was avoided easily, Ed raising an arm to block it and hold it steady in one place. His eyes narrowed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Think you're tough shit just 'cause you got up? You're scaring your brother, dumbass!!"
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"We gotta move!"
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