An Old Grudge

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Walking down the sidewalk, Pika was completely bored, without anything to do, and decided that he may as well go someplace. Which is how he found himself walking down the streets of a not-so-random neighborhood. The thirteen year-old Pika found a rock on the ground, and gave it a kick, kicking it as he walked.

Zash came out of the running position in a sprint the remaining letters of his name tried to shield him from the metal bar but fire not actaully having a physical mass didn't do much and the bar smacked Zash right smack dab on the head. His face hit the dirt inches from Pika's shoes. Zash's hand came up to grab Pika by the ankle fire forming on his palm.

Pika looked down and smirked when Zash hit the ground. All talk... he started to think, until he realized that Zash had grabbed his ankle, and was now starting to burn it. Grimacing at the heat, Pika kicked Zash's arm with his free leg and backed up a step, pulling his grabbed leg away, shaking it a bit before returning to a fighting position.

Zash pushed off the ground with his hands, the inside of his forearm stung slightly from the kick to it but it was nothing big. He pulled up his feet so he was squatted on the ground. His vision shook slightly he could have swore he had a goofy style bump on his head from that metal staff but he tried to at least half focus. " HADOUKEN!" Zash yelled as he gathered his palms together and formed a fire ball not unlike a certain character in a certain franchise and blasted it had Pika.

Pika smirked, and instead of dodging or deflecting the fire ball, he ran towards it. As he got closer, he stabbed the staff down into the ground, and pushed upwards, propelling himself in the air over the fire blast. He did scorch his feet a bit, making them sting. Pika mentally reprimanded himself for that, and hit the ground a couple feet in front of Zash, rolling towards him and getting to his feet. "SHORYUKEN." He retorted to Zash's reference, raising his fist upwards and punching Zash's chest, hopefully sending him into the air.

Zash blinked watching Pika pole vault over his street fighter reference and then hit him with one of his own. Zash had not been expecting it but his feet lifted from the ground and he fell a good ways from Pika he quickly scrambled back to his feet. " yeah I don't know anymore street fighter moves." Zash said between grasping for breath.

Pika backed away another step, keeping his eyes on Zash. "Yeah, neither do I." He replied. He was moving backwards because in the process of his previous move, he left his staff in the ground a couple feet back. Which made him currently weaponless.

Zash raised an eyebrow, " What's that brosif I didn't quite hear you." Zash lied taking large quick steps towards pika. He shoved both hands into his pockets making a very akward looking stride towards pika. You make even one quick move and it goes up in flames. Zash though to himself even though he wasn't sure if he could melt steel probably not.

I doubt he could melt metal with his fire. It probably isn't hot enough. Pika thought, and chuckled slightly. On the other hand, it could get too hot to pick up... He continued to think, and stood still. Honestly, he wasn't worried about what Zash was currently planning on doing. "I said I've run out of references." He repeated, a bit louder this time.

" Then here's one." Zash replied raising a hand his flames curled not aiming at pika instead at the metal rod and engulfed it in flames. Like they had both thought Zash couldn't melt it but it was red from the heat in an instant. "you feeling lucky punk? do ya?" Zash cracked his knuckles loudly the message was clear no more fancy stuff fist da cuffs.

Pika expected that move, and was thankful that they were right, and it was still in one piece. "Well, I don't believe in luck. I'm more of a no fate but what you make kind of guy." He said, using another reference and also cracked his knuckles, getting ready for a fight with no fancy tricks, just a simple one on one fist fight.

Zash dashed towards Pika two quick jabs in succession to the face. HE was thankful now that Wolf had dragged him to the gym every now and then to box without that Zash would just have random flailings of his arms whenever he fought.

Pika took a step back, taking one of the jabs, but luckily no where too important, and grabbed Zash's other arm as it came in for the second jab. Sidestepping Zash and sticking his leg out in front of him, Pika used Zash's momentum to flip him onto the ground on his back, before putting his arm over his neck to try and hold him down.

Zash having all those hours at the gym with Wolf boxing did not have a single minute invested into judo so he was completely helpless as pika flipped him and pinned him. He flailed around trying to wiggle his way out from under pika clawing pika's arms from his neck.

ooc: Cause I'm too lazy to go threw menus to send a pm yeah I'll do something to pika's eye latter I don't expect this fight to be the whole grudge part this is just the only idea I had on how to start it.

Pika smirked, attempting to ignore the pain as Zash tried to break free from his hold. For a couple moments, Pika wondered what to do. He could let him back up, and see how things went, or he could keep him down and maybe try and knock him out. "You know, I was expecting a little bit more from you to be honest." Pike commented, still holding him down, except placing a bit more pressure on his neck to try and make sure Zash didn't try and get up.

A fire lit in Zash's eyes literally there was fire reflected in his eyes. Fire had started sprouting up in the air in wisps reacting to Zash's panic. His breath started to weaken but with it a clarity he hadn't had in his blind fit. Zash had completely neglected the fact he had two very good working legs. In a show of supreme flexibilty Zash shot his leg up to bonk pika on the head and throw him off of himself.