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Just a little spar between two friends.

WHO: Ventus, Melan Blue and anybody who want to watch.
WHERE: Somewhere in the Junk Pile
WHEN: Today...?
WHAT: Melan had promised a spar to Ventus. He keeps his promise. Also, some exercise will be good for him. Not getting hurt for more than one week? That's not normal for Melan Blue!
WARNINGS: No doubt that some purple blood will be flying. Maybe some red too.

Melan always kept his promises. Marin had taught him that they were really important, especially when you made them to a friend or someone you liked. And the Knight liked Ventus. The young human reminded him of his friends, in the funny world: like them he was just so... accepting. It was refreshing to see another human not afraid of him.

And this place was dangerous. Melan had seen the strange volcano not quite erupting around Solus' temple, and he had managed to catch a glimpse of one of the "monsters" too. A young human should be protected, and since Ventus had a weapon and... magic... He just needed training, not a constant protection like Marin.

The GunSwordman had enough energy to take the time to fight Ventus and see where he needed to improve his skills: Melan wasn't a very good teacher like Pyon, but he was sure the human could learn a few things with him. Of course it wouldn't be as harsh as his own training, but in this world you needed to be strong, or a strong bodyguard. True the Knight was strong, but food was in relative short supplies here and he needed to conserve his energy: he couldn't be always available to protect those who needed it.

That's why he had sent a short message to Ventus earlier, with his coordinates, asking if the young human was available, and if he still wanted to spar with him: Ventus had answered by the affirmative, and was on his way. Melan was patiently waiting for him, standing in the middle of some flat area in the Junk Pile, away from the Badlands so they wouldn't be interrupted by a monster. Though monster hunting could be considered training too.

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     The boy was definitely eager to meet up with Melan. He finished taking of things at the farm, making sure the chickens had water before he summoned his glider and flew off to the Junk Pile where his sparring partner was waiting.

     Melan had chosen a good spot so far as Ventus could see. Swinging around to come in for a landing, he hopped down from his glider, the device vanishing in a flash of light once he set foot upon the ground.

     "Hey! Hope I didn't keep you waiting long!"

"Ventus."

Melan greeted, wings twitching. The... glider? the young human was riding on never ceased to fascinate the Knight.

But it was not the time for fascination. It was time to fight, and if Melan has been a little more emotionnal, he would have been excited!

But being the GunSwordman he was, he didn't do subtle and raised his right arm, pointing his sword at Ventus.

"Are you ready?"

     The boy nodded, taking a step back out of reflex as he found a sword pointing at him. He lifted a fist to strike the circular jewel on his shoulder guard.

     There really wasn't anything fancy to it. One moment the boy was engulfed in light, and in the next it had faded and he was wearing armor from head to foot. His keyblade appeared in his right hand, and by the looks of it, it seemed he preferred to wield it in a reverse sort of fashion.

     "Ready!" Ventus voiced, shifting into an at-ready stance.

Melan took a good look at the young human's armor, nodding in appreciation. It was well made, protecting all the sensible areas, especially his face. Good. His own facemask snapped in place, his lens detailing the boy's biological data: from now on, the Knight would recognize Ventus even in a crowd.

The GunSwordman would keep his wings folded: it wouldn't be fair to fly when the young human couldn't.

"Let's go then." Melan answered calmly.

And without any more warning, he charged, sword raised.

The boy gripped his weapon tighter as Melan made his charge. He moved forward as the distance was quickly closed between them, dashing to meet the other boldly despite the obvious difference of size.

Still, speed was Ventus' forte. He was taught to use his size to his advantage, and it had come to him naturally. Once he came within range of Melan, he lashed out with his Keyblade.

Ventus was fast. It was a good thing, compensating his relative small size. But Melan wasn't exactly slow either, and blocking the Keyblade wasn't too hard, at least for now. The two blades clashed, a few sparks happily dancing on their edge.

Melan pressed his advantage, knowing full well that he was physically stronger than any human (or at least any normal human). The Knight forced on his sword, as if he wanted to break the strange key-like weapon in two. How would Ventus get out of this situation?

Their blades meeting soundly, Ventus knew in a test of strength, he wouldn't be able to hold against Melan- he could tell that from the first swing. It was a little like facing Terra.

Instead of trying to brace against the other sword, the boy let himself be pushed back with the force Melan put behind his blade. Once he found a direction to go, he slipped beneath it, rolling on the ground and to the side. As he came up on his feet again, he pulled his weapon around to swing in a wide, horizontal arc.

Melan jumped back, the strange sword grazing his blue armor. Quick and intelligent, no doubt: whoever had trained Ventus before had done a good work. Bringing him down wouldn't be easy, but Melan had never intended to take it easy on the young human.

The GunSwordman raised his left arm and fired three shots in rapid succession. With a little luck, it would force Ventus to use his "magic."

     The thing with fighting with a blade was that you had to get close for combat. Ventus knew to strike fast and pull out of the way as he could. He quickly moved to get out of Melan's immediate range once he'd spent his swing.

     Obviously he wasn't only dealing with hand-to-hand combat here, however. As he turned, the boy saw as Melan brought up his other arm to fire- whoops..! With a gasp, he brought up his Keyblade to deflect, the first one more out of luck, the second only a little better, but the third came too close for comfort as he was forced back by the other two shots.

     Twisting around, Ventus thrust a hand down towards the ground to keep his balance as he moved. So Melan had advantage over distance too. If he wanted to get close enough to strike again with his Keyblade, then Ventus knew he had to counter those shots.

     Light coalesced at the tip of his Keyblade as he brought it up, spinning it to point in his opponent's direction. He sent a fiery ball blazing towards Melan.

So that was "magic". Melan had never seen anyone use such a trick, but he didn't allow himself the time to be fascinated: after all, a ball of fire was coming.

Not sure of what would happen if he tried to slice it in two as he would usually do, the Knight jumped on the sides and felt the sudden burn as the fire ball almost brushed against his armor. Magic was not something to underestimate, it seemed, as his own body temperature dropped to counteract the burn.

The "magic" crashed into a pile of junk somewhere being him but Melan ignored it, intent on his opponent. Now was the time to get really serious.

Using his top speed, he rushed toward Ventus, trying to catch his on the side and not directly his front like his first attack, and swung his sword in a wide arc.

     Ventus had meant to use Fira as a distraction, and having darted almost immediately after it to try and close the distance between them, he gasped as Melan was suddenly right in front of him.

     "Whoa-!"

     He barely managed to ring his Keyblade up in time, catching the strike squarely that it sent him flying to the side. The boy went crashing into another pile, wincing within his helmet. That would have been more painful had he not been wearing armor at all.

     Ventus began to shove away from the pile of random junk, and once he was certain of his footing, he broke into a dash towards Melan. He pulled his Keyblade around, shouting as he flung another magical attack. Rather than flames, a blade of wind curved towards the armored Knight. The boy himself suddenly diverged from a frontal charge, aiming to try striking from the other side as his Aerora attack came flying from the opposite direction.

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Hm. Ventus was lighter than Melan had thought. He hadn't intended to send him flying so far away. Well, given the speed the young human was back on his feet and charging once again, the impact didn't hurt him too much.

And it looked like magic has plenty of different forms: Ventus has never mentionned being able to manipulate wind, and yet it was a wind blade that was flying toward him, with Ventus himself coming fast on his right side. Well, it couldn't be helped.

Melan dodged the magic thing just enough for it to not actually hurt him bad, letting it graze his skin and draw some blood: but it put him in an ideal position to use his gun to block the Keyblade and use his own sword to hit the human again. As they were really close and a hit could do quite some damage, the GunSwordman used the non cutting edge of his blade.

     They clashed again, but at least Ventus was ready for it. He only had one weapon, so having it caught up against Melan's gun put him in a difficult position when the Knight still had his own sword to strike with.

     Ventus pushed away from the gun, a desperate attempt to get himself clear of Melan's blade. He already knew the moment he broke away that he wouldn't be able to avoid it, and indeed, had it been with its edge, it could have done a lot more damage to him.

     It struck just across his left shoulder as he couldn't get his Keyblade around to intercept in time. Skidding back, Ventus dug his heels into the ground so he wouldn't be sent any further. His free hand touches the rocky floor briefly, counter balance to his next charge. This time he lept- quite an amazing height at that, twisting his body around as he put its full momentum into his strike as he brought Wayward Wind around and down towards Melan.

That "magic" had many, many forms, and Melan wasn't sure he liked that one. A little blood was till dripping from his wound -strange, it should have stopped by now- and the Knight wasn't keen of coming close of the strange wind again.

And most of all, humans weren't supposed to jump that high. It surprised him even more than the magic. Himself couldn't leap like that. Flying, floating, sure, but big jumps? Tripod feet weren't made for that. Nope.

Melan pointed his gun up and fired a couple of time, trying to destroy the magic before it touched him.

This one wasn't necessarily magic, although when it came to such elemental affinities, wind naturally suited Ventus best. His Keyblade flashed as the boy swung it to deflect the shots, determined to keep on course.

He spun around with his weapon once he'd come within range of Melan, and with how he bore his weapon, it was easier to make slashing strikes than thrusts.

Believe me, it was magic for Melan alright: the strenght and speed it gave to Ventus surprised him:he brought up his own sword to intercept the Keyblade, but the strengh of the hit made him stagger back. He had underesimated the young human's strengh, it seemed. And the cut made by the other magic, earlier, was still dripping. Why did't it heal already?

But the Knight wouldn't allow a simple attack, magical or not, to rattle him: after all, GunSwordmen were proud warriors, and if Melan was less, ah, vocal about his honor than Pyon, he had promised to give it his best, and he would!

He charged once again, sword raised, but at the last seconds he refused the contact, dodging on the side and ready to use his gun again. The move would have been easier if he had been flying than running, and there was a chance he would just fall flat on his face if he slipped, but it was a really good occasion, and Melan wasn't about to let it pass.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now that he did, it was impossible for Ventus to ignore the wound inflicted on Melan. It proved enough of a distraction that he almost didn't react on time when the Knight came at him again.

The boy lifted his Keyblade- but found no blade to block as Melan switched tactics. "-!" It was a bad angle to hope to evade, but nevertheless, he tried to pull his blade back so he could block what he could of any shots made his way. There was no way he was going to be completely successful at this point, however.

Melan fired. Twice in a row, but not at full poser because he didn't want to kill his sparring partner, thank you. Ventus had proven he could be quite a worth opponent, though he lacked a little experience. Those plasma blasts should be enough to send someone as small as the human flying, without hurting him.

Not too much, at least.

But there is another thing tripod feet aren't good at: walking on slippery surfaces. And too concentrated on his charge, the Knight hadn't noticed the polished glass panel in the junk. The proud Gunswordman slipped. And faceplanted, hard, on the ground. Ouch.
Melan sat up a little dazed. That was... Unexpected.

     It would have made much more of a difference had he not been so close. At this range, Ventus could only hope to brace himself for the worst.

     The first blast nearly knocked his Keyblade away, providing a clear shot for the second. And fly he did, crashing almost headlong into one of the taller mounds of junk bordering their appointed sparring area. He tumbled a few times before finally landing on his back.

     Melan wasn't the only one dazed.

Melan managed to get back on his feet, and not wanting a repeat of his earlier "performance", deployed his wings to float toward the young human. He hadn't meant to hit so hard. Was Ventus hurt? He wasn't moving anymore.

"Ah... Ventus?"

Once close, the Knight could see the human wasn't unconscious, just dazed, a little like him. The GunSwordman sat down close.

"I suggest we call it a draw."

Before we both begin to do some serious damages was unsaid, but it was obvious.

     The boy groaned, finally twitching where he lay, further proof that he was still conscious. He slowly attempted to sit up, managing after several tries.

     His armor vanished in a flash of light though his Keyblade remained beside him as he lifted his free hand to rub the back of his head. He looked up at Melan, forcing a smile.

     "...y-yeah... I think I can agree with that."

     Bright blue eyes flicked towards the most obvious of the Knight's injuries. "Are you okay? You're bleeding..."

Melan frowned lightly. Ventus' smile was a little off. It was not the usual smile.

"I will be alright. Do not worry about me."

One of his tentacles extended to cover the wound and emit some of its healing light, finally stopping the bleeding.

"It just seems your magic prevent me to heal as fast as usual."

Welle, it's not Ventus' magic that stops the healing, but the effects of the lambda, and Melan just didn't know that.

"And yourself? Do you need... 'medical care'? I can heal you too."

     It was hard to smile when your body hurt with the slightest movement. He'd probably be all right though, he was mostly just sore.

     "Whoa..." he murmured as he watched Melan tend to his wound. Glancing up again, Ventus shook his head, wincing a little at the movement.

     "It's okay, I got it covered." He dropped a hand over his Keyblade, hefting it up to point directly overhead. "Cura!"

     What looked like a soft rain of glowing leaves drifted down over him, enveloping him in a faint green light.

Oh. So Magic could heal too. Melan didn't even try to hide his surprise. That thing seemed useful! At least they would both leave this place not too damaged.

"You are strong." The Knight said honestly. He hadn't expected a human too be so fast and strong. "You just forget that I got a gun."

After all, the only blows Melan had managed to land were after the creative use of his left arm.

The boy's smile was a little more natural now that he wasn't trying to hold back a wince.

"Yeah, I kinda did," he admitted, scratching the back of his head. "I'm glad we're on the same side- otherwise I think I'd be in real trouble if we had to fight for real!"

"I wouldn't have killed you, even if we were enemies. I don't kill humans."

That's Melan trying to be reassuring. Enjoy.
The wound wasn't disappearing as fast as it should, but it wasn't bleeding anymore, and it was enough for the Knight. Food was in short supply around here, and he couldn't waste anymore energy on something so trivial.

"Are you completly healed now?"

     "Oh, um...that's nice to know?" How else was he supposed to respond to that?

     Ventus started to try getting to his feet with the aid of his Keyblade. He dusted himself off, nodding at Melan.

     "Mostly. I'll be okay though. What about you?" he asked.

Ventus seemed to have difficulties to stand up. That wouldn't do. Melan got on his feet and extended two of his tentacles. They landed on each side of the young human's waist and lifted him up to help him get on his feet.

"There."

The tentacles let go of the human and Melan took a step back.

Blinking at the sudden extra help, Ventus steadied himself as the tentacles slipped away. He grinned up at Melan. That was pretty handy.

"Thanks."

Melan smiled back, his wings twitching. All in all, this spar has been a good idea. Unfortunately, he was still relatively low on energy and he wouldn't be able to do that before some time. There was a way to heal and preserve his strengh, though. He just needed someone he could trust.
The Knight stopped smiling and looked pensive for a few seconds.

"Ventus... I have something to ask of you. "

He noticed the look, tilting his head curiously at the Knight as he wondered if Melan was really all right.

"Oh, sure. What is it?" Ventus asked once Melan spoke up again.

Melan hesitated a few more seconds: giving his Ampoule to someone implied a great level of trust in that person, and he had known Ventus only for a few weeks. But he didn't exactly have a choice in the matter: except the young human, the only other he could think of was Kagerou, who wasn't here and too big to manipulate his Ampoule anyway.

"I... Need to take another form to rest. But I can't leave my other form on my own. Would you mind to... Break it for me, after a few hours? That way, I will be healed completely."

Ventus blinked at that request. "I'm...not sure I understand, but I'll do whatever you need me to do," he said. "Just tell me how."

Melan nodded, visibly grateful. At least he could have some real rest!

"Just break the Ampoule in a few hours and I will be free. If you need my help, just break it immediatly. Thank you, Ventus."

And then the Knight disappeared in a cloud of smoke, leaving only a little blue bottle of some sort. Congratulation, Ventus, you just found your first ~~Pokemon~~ Monomakia!

     That sounded simple enough, even though at that moment, Ventus still wasn't sure what an Ampoule was. "Okay, got it. After a few hours, then-" he said, nodding.

     The disappearing trick wasn't anything the boy had expected though, and he took a step back with a gasp.

     "...wow..."

     Stepping closer to the little bottle-looking thing, Ventus stooped down to pick it up. That was different. He stood up again, smiling faintly as he carefully curled his fingers over the object.

     "Have a good rest, Melan. I'll see you later," he said quietly, taking care to pocket it.

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