*watching disinterestedly from a ways away, making mental notes about his fighting style*

*Woo, watching him appreciatively from a small distance away*

-starting to grow beads of sweat, stopping for a moment, sheathing his sword before looking over at Lucrezia- My love, water please? -wipes

his brow with his sleeve-

-BARRELS IN AND PULLS CESARE INTO A BROTHERLY AFFECTIONATE HEADLOCK OF SOME SORT.-

(( -DEAD- ))

-OH FEDERICO MY LONG LOST LOVER - I MEAN.. RAAA RAGE-

*scampers off to get water, ((pushing Fed out of the way :[ ))*

(( Bastiano's reaction to Federico: "..." ))

(WH-WHY YOU RAGE I THOIGHT WE WERE ON GOOD TERMS))

-I'M KIDDING. LET US FUCK-

-CHEERS. CLOTHES TORN TO SHREDS.-

-dead - BUT SERIOUSLY, looks at Bastiano- Once I receive my water, shall we spare?

(( Spare? Spare some change? ))

*raises an eyebrow, considering it for a moment before nodding* Bene. With swords or fists?

(( OMFG -DYING- ))

((I'm running away, but pretend Luc is around? Fetching water, ogling half-naked men, etc., etc. Being intruiged by tattoos...))

SPAR*

(( OKAY BB ))

-oh why hello there ghost Lucrezia, handing me water, drinks it, then smiles- Oh, hmm. They both sound like a good idea. How about swords

for today?

*walking over to the training area* Fine by me.

-draws his sword once more, getting into an offensive position, a smile plastered on his face-

*enters the training arena, drawing his sword and standing in a relaxed (though ready) position opposite Cesare*

-waits before taking the first swing upward, towards his shoulder, his other hand tucked around behind his back for the time being-

*lackadaisically deflects the blow with a smooth backhanded swing of his hand-and-a-half sword*

-smile still on his face as he twists his sword back around, doing an upward lunge now, still hot from his training, thinking he should

remove his shirt in a bit-

*side-steps to dodge the lunge, still making mental notes about Cesare's style*

-carefully jumps back, holding up his other hand- Just a moment. -growing hot, turns and removes his shirt, wiping his face with it before

tossing it to the ground, drawing his sword once more- Ready?

*nods, still in his relaxed ready position*

-once again, lunges, swinging his sword to the right before quickly changing directions, trying to catch him a bit off guard-

*is only taken slightly off guard, having to jump back at the last minute to avoid the sword*

-smile grows before throwing himself into a defensive position- Come at me. [bro].

*takes a few steps to the side, watching Cesare for a moment before he strikes, swinging in a diagonal slice towards Cesare's shoulder*

-carefully brings his sword up, deflecting it, but caught a bit off guard by his strength, staggers a little bit-

*takes a couple more steps to allow Cesare to recover before striking again, a horizontal slash towards his stomach*

-jumps back, lunging his sword towards Bastiano's chest, growing more serious with his steps-

*deflects the lunge with ease, thrusting his sword towards Cesare's ribs*

-gets caught at his sword's tip, pausing in his tracks, laughing with a heavy breath- Good god, you are amazing.

(( That's what she said ))

(( -DIES- dammit.; -laughinghard- ))

(( And that was just the tip! You should see what I can do with the whole shaft! XD ))

*gives a modest shrug, taking a step back* I've worked hard to become so.

((As dfkljasdf;ajsdfl;adksjfl23iu[9oujsf ))

(( OH MY FUCKING GOD BEKKA ))

(( LOOOOOL ))

And I applaud you. Your style is quite straight forward, and you have quite the strength. Mind me asking what kind of sword? It is fairly

large. Is is a Bastard sword? Or some form of one?

*lifts the blade slightly* Hand and a half sword.

May I? -sheathes his own sword, holding his hands out in a open "CAN I HOLD IT? ;u;"-

*shifts his hold on the sword to grip it by the blade, extending the hilt towards Cesare* By all means.

(( Mental image of Cesare not being able to lift it XD ))

(( XDD ))

-grasps it, needed both hands to hold it, examining it carefully- Wonderful craftsmanship. Had it for a long time?

*nods* A fair few years, yes.

Quite impressive. -looks it over once again before handing it back- Shall you take a drink? -notices that the other hasn't really broken a

sweat-

*shakes his head* No, grazie. Whenever you're ready.

-haha, tries to play in manly- Alright, yes. -I DON'T NEED A DRINK- I shall change real quick. One moment. -goes to do his thang, clothes

and all that-

Bene. *waits*

-POOF, done, comes back downstairs- So Bastiano, do you know the town well?

As well as expected after living here for two years.

(( Wait, are they done? Bastiano didn't even get his shirt off! ))

(( LET THE MAN COOL DOWN. HE'S TRYING TO PLAY MANLY. PRETTY LAME. I know. He's a weenie. ))

(( They will play with fists next ))

-wearing a loose fitting, old shirt, for now, stretching his legs and arms real as they speak- Ah, bene. So you know the back alleys and

such?

(( Okay, Bastiano is more likely to take his shirt off for fisticuffs anyway 8] ))

(( 8> hoooot ))

*lifts his eyebrows in minor confusion, but nods* Si, I know them.

Good, I am just checking... Just in case trouble comes to the castello again. -sighs- I hope you will not have to deal with my lunatic

lackies.. well.. who are no longer employed by me.

*sheaths the sword, crossing his arms after doing so* Hm. What exactly happened, anyway?

-brings his hand up to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, before letting out a heavy sigh- Malfatto, my dottore, had been with me

for over a decade.. he recently snapped and tried to come after me. Faustina, the other one, tried to stop him, but-- he just lost it. I got

poisoned.. It damaged my sight, but.. -pushes glasses up to replace where his fingers were pinching- Not a problem. -shakes his head-

*nods slightly, not fully understanding but understanding enough* I see.

-being very light with his words- It's just complicated. To be backstabbed by those who you took under your wing. It's the worst feeling

ever.

*his best attempt at a sympathetic face just turns out to be slightly less bored/serious than his normal face* I can imagine.

Well.. Shall we fight with fists now? -change of topic, feigns a smile-

*quirks an eyebrow, an infinitesimal smirk pulling at his lips* Bene. *he turns, removing first his scabbard and then his jerkin, and*

*finally his shirt, placing them neatly over the arena fence thingy. He walks back to face Cesare in his tattooed glory, cracking his neck*

*and then his knuckles*

(( 8] ))

-tries to resist looking over his tattoos, SOBSANDCHANGESHISMIND, removes his shirt, once again, pops his neck, getting into the proper

fighting stance, holding up his fist- Don't hold back. (( Ces: -sobbing- ))

(( You sure you want to tell him that? ))

(( I know he's a weenie, but he can be light on his feet. ;n; -sobs- IDK. BRING IT ))

(( LUC WON'T REALLY LIKE HIM IF HE BEATS CESARE TO A PULP! ))

(( That's true. 8| ))

(( Dama's word of advice: You are being paid and you are fighting in front of Lucrezia? Just lose on purpose. ))

(( Bastiano wouldn't lose on purpose even in these circumstances ;A; ))

(( The only reason he'd lose on purpose is if the bad guy were going to kill his lover ))

(( Ces: -holds a knife upto Dama- ))

(( Dama: -kicks Ces in the nuts- Bitch you get off me ))

(( Bastiano: ... ))

(( BRING IT ))

*shrugs slightly* If you insist, messere. *gestures to match his words* Come at me [bro].

-throws a quick fist towards Bastiano, taking a lunge forward, then swooping to the side-

(( swooping? Do you mind going into a little more detail so I can tell exactly what

going on? ))

(( fucking enter key! ))

(( kind of knealing downward towards the side.. er left side I guess as if already in preparation for evading ))

(( I just got the worst course of action in my brain DX ))

(( You are fine. I am just a bit bland tonight ))

(( He would dodge, then knee Cesare in the chin, then punch the side of his head D: ))

(( do what you do. 8| ))

*dodges the punch by ducking under it, then sends a left hook towards Cesare's jaw*

-shocked by his speed, sobbingjk, tries to shift his weight on his feet quickly, avoiding it, blocking it with his left forearm instead,

throwing his right fist towards the other's stomach-

*anticipates the gut-punch and tenses his abdominal muscles, absorbing the hit and returning with an uppercut*

-SOBS, RUNS AWAY, once again, shifts, blocking it with his forearm, trying to hide a flinch from the pain in his arm, swings his left leg

towards Bastiano's right leg-

*steps out of the way of the kick, sending a jab to Cesare's side*

-receives it, doing a terrible job keeping up with Bastiano, stumbles to the side some, a hand over his ribs for a moment before throwing a

fist towards Bastiano's jaw-

*signature move! Grabs Cesare's fist just before it hits and jabs with it, making Ces hit himself in the face with it*

-stumbles back, hands cupping over his face, leaning downward, totally forgot to take his glasses off, cursing under his breath-

(( OH SHIT, I FORGOT ABOUT HIS GLASSES ))

(( HAHA IT'S OK ))

(( img.photobucket.com/albu... ))

(( -dies- it's perfect ))

*raises his eyebrows, looking at Cesare* Are you alright? Do you want to stop? *still not even breathing hard, what a dick*

-waves a hand, the other still over his face, removes his glasses, setting the to side, rubbing the bridge of his nose before laughing- No..

let us continue. -holds his fists up once again, hooking towards the other's ribs-

*dodges to the side, sending a punch towards Cesare's stomach*

-jumps back, then kicks outward towards Bastiano's shins-

*grabs his leg, shoving at it to make him lose his balance*

-wobbles and falls back and onto his ass, kicking almost child-like-

(( lol ))

(( nnnot sure what to do with this one now... ))

(( laugh at him? lol idk ))

*chuckles slightly, extending his hand to help him up*

-takes his hand, quickly standing, trying to puff his chest out and look manly- Ah..ha. yes, grazie.

You fight fairly well *said in a way that you might think he was going to end it with "for a girl" or something*

You'll have to pardon me. I am still recovering my strength from the poison.. -clears his throat, partially true, also hates losing-

*inclines his head, not really believing* Of course.

-goes to get his glasses, jiggles the frame, feeling part of it is loose, sighing before placing them back on his face, slightly crooked-

Ah, my apologies about the glasses, messere.

-waves a hand- I shall get new ones. I didn't really like the frames on these. -continues trying to be manly and shit-

*SWOONING. HOT MEN HALF-NAKED, ALL SWEATY well, Cesare is at least /sob, AND HOLY BALLS YHOSE TATTOOS ARE HOT.HURRRR*