01-28-2013, 11:53 PM
Pushing open the door, Axel grimaced as the wind blew into his eyes. As far as he could see, there were no other people around on the streets. However, once the brawl broke out, they'd be attracting the attention of a good portion of the city. News and rumors traveled rather quickly in this city, and onlookers would be astonished to see the rule-abiding heir of gold duking it out with Mischief.
Most people know, after all, that Axel wasn't one to be reckless. And, he never really was one for street fighting. He preferred the stiff, orderly march of the military instead of wild blows and frenzied kicking. But, that's no matter. As of the moment, Axel really, really wanted to see Rayner without that cocky little grin of his plastered on his grimy little face.
He stood a few feet away from Mischief, and stripped himself of his rather restraining coat. It would be easier to move around this way. He flung it on top of a nearby barrel and removed his leather gloves. Didn't want those getting stained, they were specially imported from some far-off country. "Let's get this done with." Axel sized up his opponent. He knew that he himself was taller with a more muscular build, but Mischief was quick in his step, just like how he was quick with his wits and his insults.
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