Grassland Area

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A normal Grassland plain, large expanse of grass, grass, and more grass. Temperatures are mild here, from anywhere in the 60's to the 90's, and there's always a gentle breeze that feels great in the heat. During the day, the sun shines bright over the area, causing it to look beautiful but during the night the moon gives everything an eerie glow, that is both beautiful and a little creepy. The plains are covered in elk and deer, as well as birds flying through the sky.

[Sullivan]

Sullivan hummed to himself as he gazed across the plains. He smiled as his eyes wandered along the horizon. He slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans as a breeze rolled by, blowing his long, pink hair, and his matching apron, gently with it. "Such a wonderful day," Sullivan mused, seemingly speaking to himself. "Is this really something that needs to be done right now?" He continued to smile as he spoke aloud. He then let out a quiet chuckle and removed his hands from his pockets.

[Geno Kross]

Geno was seen approaching Sullivan from across the plains. He had his left hand stuffed into his pockets and his right was fiddling with his hair a bit. Seeing the man he was looking for, he began walking towards him at a slow rate. Upon reaching the man, Geno felt the breeze blow through but it didn't phase him as he gave Sullivan a look of disgust. He wasn't hiding the distaste he felt at being involved with such a simple being, and he didn't really care if the man noticed. "Yes." He stated simply to answer Sullivan, not elaborating anymore on what 'this' was. His right hand finally finished meddling with his hair and he let it fall limply to his side, pulling on his sleeve a bit so it covered his palm and watched the man with one visible but calculating eye.

[Sullivan]

Sullivan's smile did not falter, despite the man's contempt. "Very well. Let's get this over with." Sullivan entered a mock boxer's stance, though he stance seemed slightly off, due to his left hand being his dominant of the hands. He began tapping the heal of his left foot in a rhythmic manner, starting off slow, but quickly beginning to speed up. He began to hum once more as he watched his opponent closely, his body tensing up.

[Geno Kross]

Geno began walking towards Sullivan as if he was simply approaching him for a handshake. He would seem completely open, but once he got nearer he abandoned his leisurely walk and dashed the last ten feet, planting his left foot nearly in between Sullivan's legs. Geno's left arm rose from his pocket, as he tried a simple jab, aiming directly at Sullivan's left cheek. If it landed, which was unlikely he would use that same hand to wrap around the back of his opponents neck, and pivoting on his right leg to hopefully trip Sullivan to the ground. Not knowing anything of his opponents abilities, he decided to keep his own powers hidden for the moment and just fight normally.

[Sullivan]

Sullivan cooed as his opponent dashed toward him. As his opponent began to prep himself to plant his left foot into position, Sullivan closed one eye, smiling all the while. He slammed the heel down that he was previously tapping, as though to brace himself, and shot his left hand forward, catching his opponent's foot and stopping him in his tracks. It would seem strange to Geno, to be stopped so suddenly, for he would feel nothing more than Sullivan's hand placed upon his leg. "My, my, if you move so suddenly, I might get spooked." He opened his closed eye and waited to see what further action Geno would take, now that he'd been stopped.

[Geno Kross]

Geno wasn't surprised at all, or at least hid it very well. He kept a calm demeanor as if he hadn't a care in the world. His visible eye stayed open and calculating as he felt his leg stopped. Right when Sullivan's hand touched Geno's leg, he brought it back quickly to plant it on the ground behind his right. Leaning back on his left, he lifted his right leg up into the air and kicked it forwards, aiming towards Sullivan's stomach. If he made contact, it would feel like a sledge hammer had been swung straight into his gut. If his kick was blocked, he would spin across his right leg and lift his left from the ground so he was hanging completely sideways in the air, and he would kick off from Sullivan, landing on his palms and flipping backwards onto his feet, directly into a stance to counter any attacks.