Improvisation (Matrim/open)

[Tyr Odinson]

He checked his watch. Three fifteen.

His eyes scanned about, waiting for the one who was called. Perhaps he wouldn't show? Regardless, his decision would remain, and time would prove his adversaries downfall. He was unsure of this Captain- he seemed flimsy, like a straw, blowing in the wind. Concerned one moment about his strength and what he needed, and acting so tough and without care the next. It humored him, really, because a castle cannot be built on the sand, for the moves and shifts and changes, which makes the castle crumble. His metaphor made him feel rather enamoured with himself- it had been far too long since he was on something of this nature. Perhaps things could end up running smoothely after all, and with the Captain out of the way...

Well, it goes without saying that whatever he planned, the pillars probably wouldn't interfere, and while he would, in fact, take over that title eventually, there really was no need for it at this point in time. If it made this man happy, they may just wait the month and continue their mission without him constantly getting in the way. He had come to a decision, but in the end, ulitimately, it wasn't his call, but his supervisors. Luckily, this time he was agreed with so long as the outcome was the same. It could make for a very interesting school year, this he knew.

[Matrim Gallagher]

The headphones blasted in his ears as he watched his opponent from afar. The man obviously was stronger than he appeared. The glasses read one thing, but his eyes said he was weaker than that. His own beliefs was that this guy was less than what he appeared, not more. It wasn't him underestimating his opponent, simply his ability to keep himself from getting his hopes up. He reveled in a stronger opponent. If there was someone out there besides Leon that he believed stronger than himself, he'd take them on.

If he lost? He'd do anything within his power to fight them again and beat them the second time around. He wouldn't be cheap, and he didn't want this entire experience to be cheapened with emotional motives such as defending a title. He had already successfully defended that after all, the only real question was a very simple one of did this guy have what it took. Or were his strengths misplaced ones?

I wish I could see into his soul... get a readout on his Qi. Though that appears outside of my grasp so far. I'll have to get much more familiar with this device in order to do that...

His left hand reached up, grabbing his staff. He believed in fighting with all that he had, the only time he refused to was against an opponent who fought with nothing. But he knew for this opponent, he would not hold back any of his strengths. Anything he was boosted with was of his own strengths doing. He achieved these items not because he needed them, but because he was strong enough to wield them.

Spinning the staff in his left hand he got used to the feel of the cold metal. It wouldn't be cold for too long most likely. He observed his right hand, nearly healed. All that was left was some scarring, and some dry skin. His strength in it had fully returned, but he was still unable to use that move again... he still had the other though. He didn't think he'd need it, at least not all of it. He could do with just the basics....

Alright... I'm all set....

Matrim made himself visibly clear to almost anyone, stepping out into the light, his leather coat with torn holes along the side, tears that were long and big that could be from mistreating it, other tears riddled throughout it from all the fights he had been in. The coat had also been burnt in some areas, giving it the looks of something old, something handed down. In truth, it wasn't even a year old.

A pair of pants fit to fight in, boots, and a few other items. As he stared up, letting the staff down to touch the ground at it's end, he addressed his opponent. "I believe we had us a scheduled fight. I would have much preferred not to do this near the school. Not out of fear of loss, but out of fear of it being brought down. So let's try to avoid the foundation, alright?"

He wondered if the guy was able to sense anything about him. But that didn't matter, if he knew that he was stronger, it meant he'd underestimate Matrim. But Matrim had seen enough fights to know it didn't take strength to win a fight. Hell, sometimes it didn't even take smarts....

His left hand raised the staff up, resting it along his shoulder behind his head, his right hand coming up under his left hand along the staff, resting his fingers against it and sliding down the staff before gripping down, ready for the brawl to start.

"Shall we?"

[Tyr Odinson]

Everyone stood as Matrim approached--everyone but Daniel. He sat with a small piece of wood, slowly and meticulously digging the little particles of dirt from under his extremely short fingernails. People stepped aside, clearing room for them to do combat. Daniel brought the nail he had been picking up to his mouth, chewing gently on the small corner, spitting it off to his right. He used the hand that held the wood to push his glasses back up the brim of his nose, putting them firmly in place. He looked up at the Captain, who struck a combat pose with his staff in hand. Daniel took a deep, almost regretful breath. The boy seemed so determined, almost hungry. But his intentions and desires were confused and misguided- Daniel stood, grunting a little as he did so.

"No, actually."

He tossed the piece of wood off to the side, placing both hands into his pockets without much worry.

"Your no threat to me, or what i intend- my reason for attacking you out of turn was simply for you and your pillars possibility to interfere. However-"

He glanced around, icy hues coming back to the Captain only after acknowledging the expressions of those surrounding him.

"-It's obvious you and your pillars don't truly care what happens to your student populace, and therefore the control i would have taken from you is not actually held by you yourself. So..."

A shrug.

"I'll fight you when your time comes- until then, sit on that title all you want; we'll meet again soon."

A small smile.

"Sorry to have wasted your time. Get back to healing up."

He moved, walking left from his position, off to Matrims right. He would be just out of reach of that staff, and his stance and steps were totally not ready to battle- if Matrim attacked then, he may just get in a hit...then again, not everything is always as it seems. Words would fall on deaf ears, however, and the thoughts of his adversaries disappointment, anger, resentment, or disgust in him mattered little. He had one point-- to complete his mission. Matrim had his time on the scale, and according to their records, this Captain was not number one.

He began to whistle a merry tune, without looking back.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"No, actually."

"Oh? So you give up?"

"Your no threat to me, or what i intend- my reason for attacking you out of turn was simply for you and your pillars possibility to interfere. However-"

Wanna run that one by me again, you did that so we COULD interfere with your plans? Seems a bit defeating...

"-It's obvious you and your pillars don't truly care what happens to your student populace, and therefore the control i would have taken from you is not actually held by you yourself. So..."

"I don't think you understand me quite at all." Matrim said looking at the guy, he was making absolutely no sense. He had no basis upon which to judge Matrim, he was simply saying assumptions left and right with no backing to them. Which was quite strange, but if the guy wanted to pussy out then he wanted to pussy out and that just upset Matrim since he came here looking for a fight.

"I'll fight you when your time comes- until then, sit on that title all you want; we'll meet again soon. Sorry to have wasted your time. Get back to healing up."

"Never heard anybody say 'I give up, I'm scared and I'm gonna run away now' in so many words," Matrim said as the guy turned and walked away. Matrim had no intention on attacking an opponent who didn't want to fight. Not physically anyway. He turned and walked away, opposite of the guys own.

"Weakling coward." He said with a smirk. He was half expecting an attack to come, his senses would be paying attention for any movement. If he got anything he'd immediately react with a horizontal swipe from his staff. If he didn't he'd simply walk on. It seemed he had no reason to relinquish his title to Mitsukai, he'd be getting that back then since it was obvious he no longer had any reason to worry.