OoC: Whoah, Mel! That was really well written; plus, you understood my character very well Let's see how this turns out!

BiC: Bleo carefully rubbed the bruise Mordecai's foot had left on his chin. There was a moment of deafening silence broken only by the gentle lap of the far off waves. Bleo took a moment to silently judged Mordecai's broad build and his muscular physique; the big dark man stood like an impenetrable wall against the alleyway, his silhouette letting only the bravest rays of pink morning light through.

Despite the very obvious size difference, Bleo managed to crack out a slight smirk. Mordecai may have been big, but Bleo guessed at his speed from that first attack; he could match that, surely. Then again, Bleo's opponent was vastly stronger than him. Bleo shook himself of his momentary doubt, and freed himself from his leather coat. It fell to the grimy stone beneath their feet without a sound.

Without his jacket, Blue's armor could be plainly seen; bright silver plates protected his shoulders and upper back and that was basically it. This, to Mordecai was an offense. To come into battle wearing nothing more than that said plainly that Bleo assumed to little of him.

Mordecai narrowed his eyes and Bleo planted his feet. The cat's claw twitched and clicked against the hilt of his blade -

- and Mordecai attacked, his reflexes acting before he himself could make an educated battle decision. With a heavy involuntary lunge of his body, Mordecai swept his blades forward in Bleo's direction. The cat was caught off guard. At last second, he pulled his limber frame away from this brutish attack. Mordecai's twin swords glanced off the walls of the alley with a heavy chink. He regained his battle stance momentarily, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Bleo had been startled by the initial attack but was ready this time around. When Mordecai took a quick step towards him, Bleo was quick to dart to the side and ready his weapons. Mordecai furrowed his brow.

A third lunge from Mordecai caught Bleo before he could dodge it. Bleo's feet faltered as he clutched a small flesh-wound in his side. Pale blood dripped slowly from between Bleo's claws. The pain filled his head and it couldn't, Bleo couldn't allow himself to be consumed by it. He closed his eyes for a moment, just enough, to block out the burning in his waist. When he opened his eyes again, they were cold and powerful once again.

As Mordecai came in for a fourth slice, this time vertically, Bleo leaped up, running his way along the grimy wall and pulling himself up by an out-cropping brick. Mordecai watched, open mouthed, as the slinky feline jumped between the closely spaced walls and finally pounced his way to Mordecai's other side. Landing with grace and prowess, Bleo drew his swords once again, this time letting them catch a glint of light from the beach beyond. He was now on Mordecai's other side, they had switched places. Bleo smiled.

"What say you, big warrior?" he chuckled, "Face me!"