Kind of rusty, but.... (non-lethal, weapons permitted)

[Dawnwind]

The grey-furred feline stands in the middle of a field with his eyes closed. He was dressed in a white hooded t-shirt and blue jeans, with a leather bracer on each forearm, each sporting a thin metal plate, presumably used for deflecting blows like old style bracers. His tail flicks idly ass he opens his eyes, looking around for any challengers.

"It's been a while, lets see I'm as rusty as I think I am."

[Cifero Windtail]

Can I join in?
(A grey cat in a black t-shirt, multi-pocketed khaki cargo pants, strange fingerless gloves, and metal-sheaved medieval combat boots walks over to where the feline is standing. He draws a pair of long elvish knifes and places a spell around the blades so that they will do little more than give someone a bad bruise.)

[Dawnwind]

Looking at the feline, Dawnwind inclines his ready slightly, shifting his body into a ready position, eyes glinting dangerously.

"Come on then, let's see what you've got."

[Cifero Windtail]

Alrighty then.

*Steps forward and slashes at dawnwind with left dagger*

[Dawnwind]

Taking a step forward and to the side, Dawnwind grabs Cifero's wrist in one paw, and brings his other paw up, aiming the metal plate of his bracer for the feline's chin.

[Cifero Windtail]

*Brings other knife up to chin and deflects it so that the punch whizzes right past his his face.*
Whoa...
*Flicks his wrist so that his hand is freed, then flips backwards, lands on his feet, and prepares for the next attack.*

[Dawnwind]

Dawnwind adjusted the deflected bracer slightly, smiling gently.

"Oh, this will be fun." He shifts his weight and starts running towards his opponent, throwing a punch at Cifero's stomach as he gets into range.

[serpington]

walks into the area ans sit's down to watch.

[Cifero Windtail]

*Jumps back*
Okay, I don't feel comfortable fighting you with knives when you don't have weapons. So...
*Puts away knives and extends fingers of his battle gloves*
There. Now it's more even.

[Dawnwind]

Dawnwind grins, flicking both wrists slightly. Long, sharp blades emerge from the underside of the bracers.

"Nothing is true."

[serpington]

"everything is permited?" smirks no longer paying any real attention to the fight

[Cifero Windtail]

  Re-hea-hea-hea-heaally?
 
Alrighty then.
*flicks fingers toward the ground, causing piton talons to extend, then flicks forward his hands and deploys his whip blades.*
You're not the only one with cool gloves.