OoC: You're a great writer McDuck and quick too.

BiC: Mordecai still looked hesitant. Conflicting thoughts invaded his mind. He lowered his swords and stumbled backwards a few steps, turning to show nothing to Bleo but his muscular back. Bleo stood up straight, relaxed from battle stance. He dropped his sword wielding arms to his sides. Mordecai looked down at the ground. He just wanted to be left alone to ponder his thoughts, but the cat had challenged him. He was not one to back away from a battle. His facial expression changed to anger, his teeth grit tight. He had decided to end of the babbling of Bleo, or that's how he thought of it.

Bleo, with his proud head still held up high, broke the silence. "What say you man mountain? Do you cowardly back away?"

Mordecai quickly raised his head with a savage grunt. He was not going to take this from a mysterious little feline. He quickly turned to face the furry fighter, looking arrogantly down upon the creature. He raised his swords back into a battle stance and Bleo caught the message, readying himself once again.

"There's a good boy." Bleo purred somewhat sarcastically. "You're not a coward after all. "

Mordecai grunted all the more as Bleo continued his dialog.

"C'mon Mordecai." beckoned Bleo with a motion of his paw.

They were ready to fight. The battle had dawned, as dawn itself approached at a steady pace. The monstrous Mordecai could be heard snorting loudly with each breath as the two stood in a cliche standoff. Mordecai glanced around the alleyway, surveying what he could see of the battle arena in the moonlight. Bleo traced his eye movements suspiciously, wandering what the youth was planning.

Mordecai was ready. He had found his first prop. Grabbing the aluminum rubbish bin which sparkled in the moonlight, he flung it at Bleo, hoping to catch him by surprise. Bleo was quick and darted to avoid the heavy hazard, uttering, "It will take more than that man mountain." The feline quickly regretted his effort to speak, as he copped one of Mordecai's boots. It wasn't a hard kick, but more of a playful flick, sending Bleo across the alley and onto his back. Quickly he nipped up, brushing his fur clean of the alley's filth. The two again stood in a stand off, each with a queer smirk governing their face and their blades ready for action.

OoC: Your shot Duckie.

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