Mildred
High in the digital sky projected by the Mirage Arena, a lone figure descended upon the floating platform below them. Blonde hair trailing above him along with his wooden sword raised high, Furo gained momentum by the second as he fell back to some type of surface. It was hard to hear with the air rushing past him, but the young man was delivering quite the battle cry. He figured he looked like a child giving their all in a mock fight, which was to say that he felt incredibly silly. The mild embarrassment would be worht it as long as he did not miss.

Below him, Icidro was a speck on the floating arena that slowly became far larger and more visible as the mechanic made his descent. Furo had asked the knight for assistance in battle. It was suppose to be simple swordplay, but the apparent difference in combat ability shifted Furo into more unorthodox moves. All in an attempt to gain some type of advantage over his sparring partner.

Was climbing high into the air unnecessary theatrics? Of course it was! However, it was loads better than chasing after someone definitively faster than him.

"Stand still, Cid! Just one hit!"

Furo's eyes were focused as he ignored the rushing wind in his face. He continuously adjusted his landing trajectory by kicking off the air. Hopefully the man below would be too confused on how to dodge with this tricky maneuver. Then again, the guy has proved to be quite slippery thus far.
Sue
"Stand still? *Me?* Who do you think you're talking to!" Icidro all but barks back with a laugh, as his eyes flick, following Furo's sudden change in direction. Okay. To be fair, he *Had been* Standing still, if only to gawk in puzzlement when Furo kept ascending and didn't, you know, stop. What was he supposed to do when someone just oh-so-casually **ASCENDS** Without saying anything?

He kind of wanted to see how high up Furo would take the fight. Having satisfied that question, Cid wagered he probably could have jumped up there to meet him. The Dragoon-like swan dive was cool, though.

A shame he didn't follow through with it. Flipping his wooden sword into a reverse grip, Cid raises it defensively against Furo's attack in an attempted parry; Sure, he could dodge, but why not *Make things spicy?*

"And would that satisfy you, amigo? Just one hit?" Icidro simpers mockingly, "Setting that bar rather low!"

``Parry! Basic Attack vs Basic Attack: 34 - 38, complete negation.``

"And did you know that you were screaming? Loudly? Ay, I knew I was good but you flatter me." A pause, as Cid briefly glances away from their locked swords to think. His attention centers on his gummyphone's clock with a scowl. A side-eye slinks toward Furo after a few seconds, and his smile returns, "... Ah, do not think me bored with you, I am not so despicable a partner. Do you want to try again?"
Mildred
Furo's cheeks burned with embarrassment and annoyance. Mostly embarrasment, but he was prepared to say otherwise. He retreated backwards and raised his arm. Just as quickly, he lowered it. While he was frustrated, his head was still clear to not go throwing magic around for attack purposes. It did not really lend itself toward sword practice if he had.

The mechanic raised his sword as if he were prepared to throw it. Then he lowered it as well. If the knight was to knock his weapon out of the air, then it would be even more humiliating to scramble for it. This sucked. A certain dumpster eating Prince was suppose to be here to ad to the chaos of the spar, yet Furo found himself simply being batted away like a kid.

All the while, he had no idea if Icidro was actually taunting him, or just being courteous. Furo was grateful for any practice he could get, but he had not realized the other man was so well trained. 

"I'm going to run at you again! Me telling you won't change anything, but I wanted to say it regardless!"

Resigned to playing the fool, the blonde charged just as he admitted to planning. Lunging and thrusting his weapon forward, he hoped to at least pressure the guy with momentum if power alone did not budge him.

"How long have we been at this anyway?" Furo gave a short hop with a small burst of wind to clear the distance between them. "Brad's the one who recommended we come here, right?"

For how excitable Brad was, he also came off as clueless sometimes. Wait? Was he bad with directions?

"You think he's lost?"
Sue
"That spoils the element of surprise, doesn't it?" Cid laughs as he clicks the power button on his gummyphone to put the screen to sleep. Throwing his arms out, the man twirls away from Furo's initial lunge; At the second, Icidro hops as well, pushing backward only to briefly startle at the wind catching the man up to him. He hadn't had time to put his phone away yet!

Flicking his sword out, Icidro bops Furo's sword away a second time with raised eyebrows, "... Ooh, better, better! If you had put a little more jeuje into that one, you could have got me!"

At Furo's questioning, however, Icidro's contemplative frown returns as he pockets his phone. Hemming and hawing, the man continues dodging Furo's attacks.

"It's been a while; We got here early, but it's been an hour. You're not the only one feeling it, he's definitely late. I *Suppose* We could take a break until he gets here, if you want."

Icidro rolls his eyes at that last question, however, "... Ha, you mean, do I think he's lost _again?_ Anything's possible. We could send him a message, if you want?"

"We really should travel together; It'd be a lot harder to get separated if we're all in one ship."
Mildred
The element of surpise did not matter to Furo at all. He knew it would not hav egotten him anywhere. Swinging and lunging where he could, he failed to tag the night left and right. It was more of a test of endurance rather than sword practice at the point. At leat that's how he was feeling. Never having formal training before, he was having a hard time seeing the merits in the moment.

"Tell that to Brad! Hyah!" Chasing after Cid was proving to be an unintended workout. "If he wants to fly off on his own when he gets excited about something, he's gonna do it! Hard to keep an eye on him!"

Darn Icidro. He really made this look easy. Who taught him how to wield a weapon?

Besides his own ineptitude, Furo felt like he needed a real trainer in terms of combat. He doubted he was going to catch up to someone like Cid if the person being chased was the one doing the teaching.

"If he doesn't show up, what should we do?"
Sue
"Watch your posture, that last one was sloppy. Chin up, eyes on me." Icidro chimes with a measured look, before shaking his head, "... Bradamante is... Difficult, I know. We will just have to convince him."

"If he doesn't show, we call him. If he doesn't answer, we worry. I wonder, how do we handle missing persons when there's so many worlds to search? It's troubling."

Cid considers it for a moment, before shrugging, "But, we shouldn't assume the worst. We'll just have to occupy ourselves until he gets here! Easy!"

"— Are you sure you do not need a break?" Canting his head, Icidro sidesteps another lunge with a light smile, "You're getting slower, amigo!"
Mildred
Furo heard Cid's reprimands and thoughts on their missing member. Furo did not admit to not actually being worried. He had not even considred that something could have happend to Brad. That would have been a shame, as Furo appreciated the man's company.

"Yeah, you're right about Brad."

He stopped for a moment and rested his wooden sword on his shoulder. He took a moment to think and collect his breathing. If they were not going to wait, then he might as well get serious. 

"You're wrong about me though. I'm catching my second wind."

Taking a deep breath, Furo felt a charge race through his body. His hair slightly frayed as he could feel the static electricty build up within him. Any fatigue he felt evaporated in that moment as he prepared to go another round.

"Huh, can't beleive that worked," He had felt something lingering within him and whated to grasp at it. He assumed like usual it would be a new ability, but it felt less flashy and temporary like all the times before. "If Brad isn't comming, then we might as well train more seriously. Thunder!"

The mechanic raised his hand calling down a bolt of lightning from the sky. At the same time he charged the knight in an attempt to truly catch him off guard.