Friendly Match [Misha/Seri]

[Seri Winchester]

Seri ran a hand through her long dark locks, sweat dripping down her brow. Four wooden dummies laid in splinters at her feet, completely destroyed.

Her knuckles were slightly pink from punching the wood barehanded, but she felt no pain. She had punched a concrete wall when she was little, wood was nothing to her.

Looking around Winchester scanned the nearly empty Arena. No many came in during the early mornings, so it usually meant it was all hers for a few hours.

Now that she thought about it, she almost didn't come. Misha and Seri had stayed out nearly the whole night and she probably only got four hours of sleep max. Yet, the prospect of a dual with the talented Russian pulled her from her comfortable sheets and into the arena.

Letting out a long yawn, Seri reached towards her feet and grabbed her half-empty water bottle, polishing it off in a few gulps. Nothing like icy water after a quick workout to re energize you.

She had been here for a good hour and a half and there was still no sign of Misha. It frustrated her that he hadn't shown up yet. He was the one who said "See you tomorrow."

She'd give him another ten minutes and if he didn't show up she was going to...Her thoughts faltered. What exactly could she do to him? He wasn't like anybody else who she could toss aside with a few choice words. She shook her head. Regardless, S-she was going to do something!

Folding her arms over her chest, Seri blew a strand of hair out of her face. Her eyes glared up at the clouds as they slowly moved across the early rising sun. He'd better get here soon.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

Seri had a dream about him. Thinking about it made her shift uncomfortably and her heart beat quicken. She had never had a dream about anyone before and just remembering how they had crossed blade's and his dark eyes had stared right into her soul.

She wanted to forget about the dream. Forget about the Feeling, but another side of her wanted to embrace it. It was a foolish side of her. To embrace the foreign feeling was just absurd, but it also seemed so right. Like it was what she was suppose to do.

She couldn't get thoughts of Misha out of her mind. It was absolutely crazy. A good sparing would do her good.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

The sun rose into the window of the Hephaestus cabin. Misha sat thinking on his metal bunk. The previous night he had spent with Seri was wonderful. He was supposed to be meeting her this morning to spar. Every feeling inside of him urged him to hurry.

He looked around. Nearly everyone was still asleep. It was still very early. Misha had barely slept a wink. Actually he only closed his eyes before he opened them again. He couldn't sleep because he was afraid he wouldn't wake up. Although he was exhausted he didn't care to even lay down.

Misha stood up and grabbed his jeans. Pulling them on he tried to keep balance and be quiet. He didn't want to wake up anyone. This is where it became more difficult. Misha started to look for a shirt.

Throwing jeans and clothes and bits of metal everywhere, he searched. Half completed contraptions flew across the bed. His sheath bounced onto the floor. His sword clattered off his bed and across the room. People started opening their eyes and lifting their heads.

Finally!! He held up a black T-shirt, with a ACDC logo on the front, in triumph. Throwing it on he smoothed out the wrinkles. He strapped on his sheath and put his sword into it.

He ran out the door before his brothers and sisters started throwing things and yelling at him. His shirt was itchy and hot. Very uncomfortable Misha began jogging lightly to the Arena.

Sweating and red Seri stood brandishing her sword. Dummies lay demolished around her feet. She looked frustrated. He smiled. Man, it felt amazing knowing she actually decided to come and spar with him.

"Hello, lovely." He said loudly as he walked up to her. He adjusted the sheath's strap on his chest. It was uncomfortable on his shirt. Dang shirt. He pulled back his shoulders flexing his muscles. Misha smiled widely.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri cursed silently, nearly jumping a foot off the ground as Misha suddenly walked up to her. She stared at him incredulously, breathing heavily as she calmed her startled heart.

How was he able to sneak up on her like that? Three times now Misha had somehow got the better of her. It would have been quite impressive if it didn't frustrate her so much.

Regaining her composer, Seri smirked raising an eyebrow. "Look who finally decided to show." She teased trying not to show that him calling her "lovely" had affected her in any way. It reminded of her dream from last night. He had called her lovely then too. Seri pushed the thoughts away bring her focus back to the boy in front of her.

Slowly walking in a circle around him she took in his appearance. He was finally wearing a shirt for once, but she could tell he didn't really enjoy it from the way he adjusted himself restlessly.

The black shirt hugged his chest and every time he flexed his muscles she could see them move beneath the fabric. She had hoped with him wearing a shirt she wouldn't have gotten distracted, but it was just as worse. It was probably even more so now since they black shirt clung to him like an extra skin.

She noticed his wide smile and glared softly at him, "You sure you can handle me? You look like you haven't slept a wink." She mocked watching him closely to add fact to her point. All she needed was a yawn, or even a slight zombie limp, anything that could prove he was to tired to fight her.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

"Look who finally decided to show."

Seri was so cute when she teased him. Her raised eyebrow and still slightly heavy breathing showed her surprise. He enjoyed the fact that she ignored his nickname for her. After all, she was lovely. Stubborn but lovely.

She started to walk around Misha inspecting him. He felt slightly awkward but smiled just the same. He reached up and scratched his shoulder. Man, did this shirt bug him. Misha was wearing it for her though. She had requested it. Also, since he felt so girly last time he didn't wear one with her around.

He was really beginning to enjoy the way she was looking at him when she spoke. "You sure you can handle me? You look like you haven't slept a wink." Was it that obvious? He rubbed his eyes to rid them of any sleep that might still be there.

"Oh, I can handle you." He said playfully with a wink. His brown eyes were almost golden with happiness. He may be pooped but not to much that he couldn't get close to Seri with a sword. When Seri had the lust of battle in her eyes was when she was at her most beautiful.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri's pupils narrowed as he rubbed his eyes, she knew he was tired just as she had thought. Yet, he held himself firm, standing tall before her like it didn't affect him at all.

She couldn't help but admire him for that. She would have been grumpy as anything if she had zero sleep. Anyone who knew her, knew that Seri above anything else, even fighting, loved her sleep. Something she had given up to meet Misha here. She was doing a lot of things differently because of him.

"Oh, I can handle you." She grinned at his playfulness. Such a bold one.

"We'll see about that. But just in case, if you win I'll give you a little something special." She replied back matching his tone and wink, completely unable to help herself.

Seri immediately turned her back to him her eyes widening as soon as she was faced away. There was something terribly wrong with her. Had she really just winked at him? Teasing was one thing, but winking? And what the heck did she mean by "special"? Her tongue had a mind of it's own it seemed.

Hiding her embarrassment, She marched herself towards the center of the Arena drawing her sword and twirling it lazily in her left hand.

She had no doubt in her mind she would be able to beat Misha. Maybe if he had been fully awake she would have worried about whatever she had promised if he chanced a win...But in his state she bet Misha wouldn't last ten minutes tops. She smirked raising her sword towards him with a playfully quirked eyebrow.

It was time to have some fun!

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[Misha Bozhkov]

A little something special? Misha wondered what Seri meant by that. She even looked surprised that she said it before she turned away. What had surprised him was the wink. What a shocker. He hadn't expected the outright flirtiness from her.

Special? Hmm, Misha wondered. A hug? A kiss? More likely than anything it would be a rematch. He chuckled to himself. That would be special to her for sure. She enjoyed fighting more than him. He thought that was impossible until he met her.

Misha wasn't expecting to acctually battle hard but now that he had a reason. He was going to fight as hard as he could. He wouldn't hurt her but he would do everything else. She would give him this "special" thing if it was the last thing he did.

Misha brandished his sword. This would be an interesting fight. Both swords equal. Both fighters determined and capable. He stood expertly in his stance regardless of his exhaustion. A large toothy smile spread across his face. Nothing better in this world than sparing with the loveliest girl at Camp Half-blood.

"Are you ready, lovely?" Misha asked sword held out infront of himself. The blade was light in his hand ready to strike.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri's mouth quirked up ever so slightly as she glared playfully at Misha. Was this a new nickname for her, "lovely"? She begrudgingly had to admit, it was somewhat flattering even if it was embarrassing. Though her calling him "Big Baby" was probably worse.

Taking a careful step back, her eyes focused in on his stance. It wasn't like before when she had challenge him. No, something was different. He looked more determined and the air of exhaustion he had exhibited before was now long gone. A sudden grin rose to her face as excitement built in her chest.

"Look at you," She mused, "Getting serious on me?"

She couldn't stop the mounting exhilaration building in her body as she prepared herself for the first strike. This is what she had been waiting for. Her one true rival serious. To think all she had to do was give him a simple incentive! She didn't even have to say what it was.

Bending towards the ground like a crouching tiger, she swayed tauntingly a playful smirk on her features. She was in the mood to play with her prey. She would feel him out first. Understand his attacks, then move in for the kill. She needed to be careful, if he won she would have to give him something and as of yet she had no idea what that something was.

Seri grinned dashing forward. She moved her sword in a side arch aiming to gain his attention to his left while she aimed a kick towards his right.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

"Look at you, getting serious on me."
Seri playfully stated. The thing about that was it was true. Last time the spared Misha was light and playful. This time there was a more determined air about him. It was because he really wanted whatever "special" thing Seri would give him if he won. He didn't even rightful know what it was.

Seri leaned forward a little playful grin on her face. Misha couldn't help but get excited. A true soaring session with Seri! A great fight. Close enough to feel her breath and not get in trouble for it. A huge shit eating grin spread across his face.

Seri dashed forward fast as lightning striking like a viper. Misha blocked her blow effortlessly. But he missed the fact that she was going to kick him. Takeing a strong kick to his right side Misha fell rolling back into a defensive position. Jumping right back up he swiftly attacked. His sword flew at her chest.

A manic almost evil grin made him look slightly crazy. Misha was enjoying this far to much. A REAL fight! He was going to win.
"Having fun?" He questioned with a grunt. Misha knew he was.

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[Seri Winchester]

Smiling in victory, Winchester watched her her kick made contact with Misha's side. He must had forgotten she loved to mix her fighting up. Yet, he took it like a champ rolling away and jumping up to charge her again. Her admiration for him was growing only stronger as she fought him. He was so talented! Her true rival.

Seri blocked his sudden thrust, gasping in shock at the raw force he threw out behind his blade. Skidding backwards from the force, her eye burned with fiery delight. His grin was driving her crazy. He looked powerful and vicious. A true warrior. She had never seen such passion, not even from her brothers and sisters. This was something else. It was absolutely trilling.

"Having fun?" Misha questioned with a grunt.

Seri grinned, "Time of my life." She relied back honestly. It was true. She hadn't had so much fun since her mother was alive and even then she had been in a constant state of worry. Yet now, she was carefree and happy. Actually happy. Sparing with Misha made her completely and utterly happy.

"Lets turn up the heat." She toyed, clashing her sword against his then pulling back and slashing towards him over and over again. She moved gracefully; like a skilled ballerina on a stage performing her last performance. Her twirled her sword swinging it down towards him in a elegant arch. She was glad her new sword was so light. She would have never been able to moved like she was with her old heavier sword.

"Keeping up?" She asked with a crazy smirk.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

"Let's turn up the heat."

Oh it was definitely already hot. Misha's skin was on fire! The shirt felt like it was boiling his skin. The cotton material was itchy. It was so hot it was distracting him from the fast strikes if Seri's sword. She was effortlessly twirling and slashing. Misha was barely keeping up.

Misha maneuvered to the side ripping at the shirt with his spare hand. Hot, hot, HOT! Misha got a good hold on it, finally ripping it off, literally, from beneath his sheath. The cool air hit his sweaty chest as he blocked another wicked fast blow from Seri. He sighed. Sweat rolled down his back as he tossed the torn shirt to the side.

"Oh gods, thats better." He exclaimed in relief. Seri was doing awesome while all he was doing was blocking. No offense at all, merely defense. Finally relieved of his hot itchy shirt he lunges like a black panther.

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[Seri Winchester]

(Really not good at making combat content long I think, so....I let Misha win ahead of schedule. :{D)

Seri's eyes widened as Misha tore his shirt off his body. No, no, no, no. Gods, No. All the confidence she had moments ago vanished as she became increasingly distracted by the bronzed warrior in front of her.

His chest glistened with sweat making him almost glow under the morning sun above them. She turned her eyes to her sword, knowing it would be incredibly hard to not look at him while she was fighting. Her eyes shifted back to Misha, and they widened with shock.

He suddenly lunged at her, and she tried with all her power to stay balanced. But his body was distracting. She just wasn't prepared. How could she ever think him with a shirt was worse?

She tried to maneuver her sword up to defend herself. There was no way she was getting overpowered, but the more she pushed the more her body seemed to give. It was like her legs were being pulled out from underneath her in slow motion. Then the worst thing that could possibly happen, happened. Seri crashed to the ground, landing flat on her back. Her sword sliding away from her stretched fingertip.

Disbelief overtook her features as she stared at her sword, a few feet away from her body. What had just happened? Never before had she winded up flat on her back.

Her stunned eyes moved to Misha, words eluded her, she was just too stunned. She had gotten distracted, a fluke. Had he planned it? Taking his shirt off right when she was attacking? Clever.

She closed her eyes with a groan of exhaustion. Had he really....Just beat her?

"Impossible." She growled; answering her own thoughts, "I'm just tired." It didn't count.

A sudden dread filled her chest. Seri guessed this also meant she had to give him some sort of little surprise. What the heck was she suppose to do now? She didn't have anything to give him! She could give him a rematch, but that was already a given, she would take him on again and prove that what he had done was wrong and a simple fluke.

Seri turned her sullen gaze to Misha, eyes narrowed into little slits. She lost the battle, but she'd win the war. Next time she'd put him on his back.

"One wish." She commanded already hating the idea. But what was she suppose to do? She had no "little surprise" to give him because she had no intentions of losing. Yet that all changed when he took his shirt off. She closed her eyes, sighing loudly. If only she had gotten one more hour of sleep, then she wouldn't have gotten so distracted.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

Misha's eyes widened in shock as Seri fell backward to the ground, her sword flying out of her reach. Did she give up? No that couldn't have been it. After a short spar she just fell.

"Impossible. I'm just tired." She muttered in a growl. Misha couldn't believe it. He had won. Was it the shirt? No. Seri wouldn't let a simple thing like him removing his shirt distract her. She was a better warrior than that. She had to have just given up. Then he realizes...

"One wish." Misha had won. Seri owed him a surprise. One wish? He got to pick? No way!? What would he pick? A kiss? No to easy... It would have to be something absolutally wonderful. Something he could hold against her. He knew what to do.

"I'm going to think about it for awhile." Misha was going to keep the surprise for a special occasion. Maybe if the ever went on a date. Or when he really needed something . He couldn't pick now so he wouldn't. He smiled with ab evil grin. Seri would regret giving him this leverage.

"I'm sorry, Lovely, but you didnt specify when." He chuckled lightly. Misha's accent making him sound warm and inviting. He felt so good. Putting out his hand to offer Seri help up his smile widened. This wouldn't be the last time Seri lost a fight to him.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri eyes blazed in frustration. She was angry with herself. She had never got distracted by someone's body like she had then. It never use to matter. Not that she was ever really use to seeing a guy's bare chest. No one she had ever spared with ever randomly just stripped off their clothing. But still, she should have been able to look past his appearance and focus on his technique. Yet, she hadn't. That was the worst part. It wasn't just that she had lost, but she had made a mistake in doing it.

Her eyes moved to the sky and for one fleeting second she thought of Ares. She wondered just how disappointed his face would look after he saw her disgrace just now. Would he make fun of her or commend her for her choice in such a worthy adversary? Her gaze shifted to Misha, and she remembered she didn't care what that god thought.

"I'm going to think about it for awhile."

Seri's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, forgetting for a brief second what he was talking about. Then it came back to her.The wish! Oh, gods. The wish.

She had hoped he'd just get it over with, but it seemed that was too much to hope for. Winchester glared heatedly at him, not liking the sudden leverage he now held over her. Was beating her not enough?

"I'm sorry, Lovely, but you didnt specify when." He replied as if answering her thoughts.

Heh. Wasn't he the mischievous one. It was almost like she had just signed a contract with Hades himself, if Misha's demonic grin was anything to go by. She just knew that was going to bite her in the butt later.

Smacking his hand playfully away, Seri dragged herself to her feet. She was still sore about the lose, "Don't get comfortable. That was a fluke." She remarked sullenly, dusting herself off. "I'm just tired." She carelessly sat on a resting bench near their sparing area, a loud yawn escaping her lips.

Of course that wasn't the only reason she had lost, though it was the less embarrassing. She wouldn't dare mention why she had really fell. Gods, no she would never utter that ever.

To much of a disgrace. Not to mention it just didn't make sense. None of it did. There was no reason that she should have been affect by his shirt coming off. Geez, just thinking about it made her frustrated. She was never going to forgive herself for this one.

"You should just get your wish over with now. Why wait?" She asked stretching her arms above her head.

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[Misha Bozhkov]

"Don't get comfortable. That was a fluke. I'm just tired." Seri said as she sat on the bench.

Tired? Maybe. A fluke? Not a chance. Misha smiled as he sat next to her. That was a genuine win. Seri just wouldn't admit it. She would never admit losing a fight. It was in her blood, after all, being a daughter of Ares. Misha just had to get used to that.

Misha had convinced himself that his removing his shirt had nothing to do with her falling. She was a stronger fighter than that. He wanted to feel like he won rightful. If she had fallen because of his shirt coming off it wouldn't have been fair, at least in his opinion.

"You should get your wish over with. Why wait?"
She said. Misha thought about it. Why wait? Because it's making you squirm. He smiled again. Seri was so pretty when she was angry. Best answer.

"I wait because I'm not sure what I want. There are so many things from you I'd like to get." He winked. Misha knew that would get her. "I just can't decide. So I have to think about it." He said like it was obvious.

He didn't want Seri to hate him. He loved her. Her hating him would break his heart. He would just hold onto the wish for a little while longer. Misha put his arm on the back of the bench and sighed.

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[Seri Winchester]

Seri watched with a raised eyebrow as Misha took a seat next to her. He was smiling and she wondered if it was because he had won. She scoffed internally. Next time she would be prepared for that. There was no way he'd ever get another win again.

"I wait because I'm not sure what I want. There are so many things from you I'd like to get." He winked.

Her eyes widened. What the heck did he mean by that? Forget about the context, why did he wink? What could any of that possibly make sense to her? How many things could she possibly give him? There was sparing...And what? She only knew one thing. What else did he want?

Seri blinked in confusion as she recalled the kiss on the cheek. She shook her head. No, there was no way he'd want that. No,no,no,no! That wasn't possible. Why did that even cross her brain?

"I just can't decide. So I have to think about it."

Seri immediately felt dumb. It seemed so obvious to him, yet for her it was just downright confusing.

Frustrated and slightly peeved she turned to regard him, " You say, 'So many things'. What kinds of things are you hoping to get from me?" She asked curiously.

She honestly didn't know. Did he want her to teach him some fighting techniques? Or perhaps preform a horrible dare like wearing pink for a whole day or something? Gods, she hoped she didn't have to wear pink. That would be downright horrible! Such a disgusting color. To bright and flamboyant for her tastes. Or maybe he wanted to know about her tattoos? That had always been a popular subject for gossip around camp. She had never told anyone about their stories. Maybe that's what he wanted to know about?

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