Characters: Pallas, Nike Date/Time: During the last event Location: Pallas's apartment Rating: PG-13? Warnings: Violence Summary: Nike and Pallas spar. WHO WILL WIN
Truth was, Nike wasn't entirely sure she had a chance against her father. Because, honestly, she could be the most detached person ever, but it was still her father; while she could take orders and carry on with her duties without much of a blink of consideration, the idea of trying to hurt Pallas was still aline to her. But of course, this was just sparring, it shouldn't be that bad. Only when she considered the fact they both were on edge it turned into something fearful and dangerous.
Not that she wanted to lose her only chance to release some steam though.
"Father", said Nike as she stopped at Pallas' door. She gave the place a quick scan. "Where should we do this?" She didn't mind to sound eager, but now that she was there any excuse to exercise some violence would be welcomed.
Pallas wasn't worried about her hurting him. He was, for the most part, stronger and faster than her. The only two reasons that he could think of for her beating him were that she was Victory and a very good fighter. Still not a war god, though. If their fight got too serious, he would step back and force them to stop. Living with anger as a constant companion was nothing new to him- this event hadn't changed much for him besides making the anger more evident and not letting him get as much sleep as he wanted.
Stupid creatures.
"In my living room." He beckoned her inside."First we need to put the padding on you though."
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Not that she wanted to lose her only chance to release some steam though.
"Father", said Nike as she stopped at Pallas' door. She gave the place a quick scan. "Where should we do this?" She didn't mind to sound eager, but now that she was there any excuse to exercise some violence would be welcomed.
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Stupid creatures.
"In my living room." He beckoned her inside."First we need to put the padding on you though."
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