slayers_desire | taking Clark to Rome

"It takes a demon to kill a demon, huh? Makes sense." He has to resist the urge to test the edges of some of the weapons on display, because they would just get dull instead of letting him feel how sharp they are.

"Did you want to spar?" April knew he was stronger and faster, but there will still much about this kind of combat that he didn't know. Giving her a slight advantage.

He hesitates a brief moment. "Is it likely we'll be interrupted? Or watched?" A lifetime of having to hide who he is makes him cautious about possibly revealing his powers to the unsuspecting, and even though this is a completely different universe than his own, it's a hard habit to break.

"Very unlikely. Dad, Willow and Rain are out looking for Buffy. Xander went out for a date. And it is just you and me here."

"Okay then." Though they've only sparred once, and it was before they started dating, he enjoyed the experience and what she taught him has come in handy a handful of times. And now that he has a better idea about her body's physical limits, he feels more confident using his strength against her without hurting her.

"Did you have a specific style or lesson in mind, or are we going free-form?"

"Free-form. Let's see what you can do." April will pick up one of the lighter swords. She knows that it won't hurt him.

"And we could always make it interesting. Place wagers."

Clark hasn't had much experience using swords, but Lex did teach him some basics once, and he figures his reflexes are up to the task. So he selects a moderately weighted shortsword, figuring his longer reach and greater height are already working against her without adding a longer blade to the mix.

"What kind of bet did you have in mind?"

"Loser owes the other person a strip tease." April smiles. "Doesn't have to be today. But will have to shake it all sooner or later."

Oh, now that's unfair, because now he's going to be distracted. Although, granted, she could use the extra advantage over him. "Define 'loser,'" he says with a smile.

In a no-holds barred fight, he knows that he would probably win unless she used kryptonite on him. But there are other kinds of losing.

"Good point." April knows that physically Clark has the advantage. Hence taking advantages over him mentally can work in her favor.

"The loser will be the one who says Uncle first. Either because they have been outmaneuvered in the combat. Or because of other reasons..." She can't play all her cards right now.

"Other reasons, huh?" He raises his eyebrows, still smiling. "Okay, you're on."

He's not planning to use his powers, other than passive ones like his strength and invulnerability, just pitting strength against skill and seeing what happens.

"Just remember to stay focused." April moved closer to him. "And whatever you do, don't think about me saying that word first. And getting to see me all naked. And dancing. For you."

Oh yes, the words were said on purpose. April is hoping to gain the first advantage in the fight, distracting Clark just enough to raise the sword and go for an attack.

Clark may be thinking all sorts of wonderful thoughts right now, but he's gotten the feeling they may end up fighting a little dirty (on a number of levels), so he was halfway expecting an attack.

Not using superspeed, he reminds himself, getting his own sword up to hopefully block her blow. And having to remember not to grip the sword hilt so tight that he squishes it like butter.

He decides to stay on defense for now, seeing what she does, what her strategy is. He shifts his stance accordingly, and although he isn't trained, there's a vague sense of instinct about how he should move and behave.

April is glad to see he was expecting an attack. She might be using a dirty-tactic, but at least it is a flirtatious one. Not the kind Demons would use.

With a smile, her sword blocked by his, April twirled to bring her sword back. And then came at him again, lower slightly. Her strategy is simple, keep him offguard, and use her training to her advantage.

He moves his blade to block again, and is mostly being troubled by what exactly he's supposed to do with his other arm besides balance, since he probably shouldn't be using his arms to block and parry. Even though he could. He has a feeling he'd end up sleeveless in short order if that was the case, and he likes this jacket.

On her next attack, when he blocks he also shoves, trying to force her blade away and create an opening to swing the flat of his blade at her side.

April seems to have no issues with her other arm. When he shovers her back, she leans back to dodge under the flat of his blade, using that arm to support her weight. Then she rolls and goes for his ankles with her blade.

Keeping himself restricted to normal speeds, Clark wasn't expecting an attack so low, so he's too slow to jump out of the way. The impact doesn't hurt him, but it's like swinging a sword into solid granite.

Already in motion, he takes a huge step back, out of her immediate reach.

The vibration of the sword distracts April enough, and she has to work to keep her balance enough that Clark effectively gets out of her reach. There is also a slight bend to her sword now. Since she tried to literally hit a semi with a moped.

Standing up, she drops the sword and cautiously watches him. He now has the advantage with a weapon, until she can reach one.

"Solid like a brickhouse," She licks her lips.

Clark feels just a little bit guilty about wrecking one of the swords already. It wasn't his fault, but she's lucky she didn't put enough force into it to actually shatter the blade. He's destroyed more than one knife that way.

He stays back, not pressing his advantage, but begins to circle a little bit in an effort to not be between her and the rack of weapons. Fighting dirty or not, he can't help his chivalric nature that demands at least pretending to be a fair fight.

Instead he twirls the sword a little in his hand, as if limbering up for a strike. "That's what you get when you eat all your green vegetables."

Noting that he is giving her a chance to get another weapon, April is able to reach the rack of weapons and pulls out a three-sectional staff. Returning to the combat, the staff flows nicely in her hands due to her agility.

"I am just going to have to find the brick that takes you down." A playful smile. Moving in quickly, April angles the top half of her staff towards his face, the bottom half towards his knees. Unless he uses his superspeed, Clark will only be able to block one.

Clark chooses to block the bottom half, requiring less movement of his sword arm while he attempts to raise his other arm to shield his face. He feels fairly confident in his ability to withstand the blow, even if it does hit him in the face, and in the interests of playing something close to fair, he refuses to be tempted to cheat until the fight gets a little dirtier.

April is still keeping things fair, and once again feels that slight force of hitting a brick wall when her upper attack is blocked by his arm.

She twirls the lower half of the staff, tie hopefully twist his sword into being contained for a second or two. Then Using the blunt end of the upper half, goes for the gut.

As Clark is inexperienced in the use of a sword, she succeeds in hindering his sword arm. The staff hits him solidly in the stomach, and he attempts to move back a little with the impact so she doesn't break this weapon too.

"You know I get shot all the time, right?" he teases her, not even winded.

Moving in slightly towards him, April keeps that sword arm hindered. She is starting to get the idea that basic physical attacks are going to go nowhere to getting him to say that magic word.

"Oh yes. But I still got secret weapons up my sleeve." She near-nuzzles against his neck, then using the fact he stepped back, attempted to use her staff to swing around his back and go for that key pressure point at his spine.

He sees what she's doing immediately, and twists a little to the side in the hopes of breaking her aim just that much. He doesn't know if he's vulnerable to that kind of attack, or if his pressure points are even the same as on a human, but now isn't the time to find out, if he can avoid it.

And thanks to her lesson, two can play at this game. With his free hand, he strikes out at her neck.

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