Sav felt his back got warm as he relaxed against the tree. He opened his eyes and saw that it was on fire. "seriously?" He muttered and snapped, causing the flames to disappear. He nestled up against the tree again.
"Ugh. You're annoying. Just come on." She took hold of his hand, abruptly transporting them both to stand before the boy sitting under the tree, Sav. Gritting her teeth, she released his hand, shoving him towards Sav. "He wants to fight you."
Sav opened his eyes. "That's a bad idea." He stood up and stretched. "I'm just looking for something to do so if he wants to fight." He shrugged. "Then i'll fight you."
Layla scoffed, growing sick of Saru and his petty excuses. "Look. I need entertainment, and you both catch my eye. So fight. End of story." Rolling her bloodied irises, Layla's thinned pink lips curved into a light smile. Twirling only to turn and take a few steps to give them room, she allowed her skirt to swivel and fly for mere seconds before she was sitting down upon a black flaming throne of which she had made while speaking. "Go on. Fight."
"Fine thanks for the insult. I will fight him if he agrees to only use hand to hand combat. No powers. No making shit disappear or die. And no realm travelling." He looks down at him.
Sav nodded. "Fine by me." He laughed. He was using Han's body so he had the skills of the Himsaark. His hand to hand combat skills were better than most. "This is going to be an easy fight."
"You're both annoying. Mortals. I hate you all." Shaking her head, she began to stare at the palm of her hand, flicking at it repetitively to scan through her weapons. "Somebody hit somebody. And you call yourselves bored."
"You wish it to be easy." He gets into an ancient defensive position. Him being a soul reaper has taught him allot and he is stronger and more agile than most.
Sav shrugged and charged at Saru. He punched him across the face and kneed him in the gut. He grabbed Saru's arm and wisted it, throwing him at the tree. Sav laughed. Having the skills of a god-hunter made him extremely deadly in close quarters. He shook his head.
(You should at least give me the chance to respond to your move. Like I do.)
He slightly moved into a position every time he struck him so he didn't take as much damage as he would. When he is thrown at the tree he lands on is with both feet pushing off of the tree and moves to punch him in the face with all his force.
Layla, seeing as though her epic plan for entertainment had failed her, scoffed while watching them. Enclosing the burning flame in her palm, she shifted her burning gaze to examine them both. Obviously, she was bored, and truly didn't appreciate having her effort be spoiled by such an excuse for fighting. "Eh. You guys can stop now."
As Sav was about to be punched, he heard what Layla had said and he waved his hand, stopping Saru in mid air. he dropped the soul reaper onto the ground. "So....i can go now?" He asked, not really caring what she would say. He would leave anyways.
"Leave, stay, whatever. You're not fun." Standing up from her self made throne, she shifted her focus to Saru. "Let's go little one. Seems like you need to be trained." She hadn't the slightest patience to stand around and wait for their little excuse for an amusing battle to commence. It was simply stupid in her eyes, and clearly something she didn't want to force her sight to see.
Sav shrugged. "Good." He disappeared and reappeared back at Reysen's palace. He lied down next to her and closed his eyes. Maybe he could get a good rest. He smiled and rolled on his side. His breath began to come out in a steady rhythm and he snored lightly.
"Fine, fine. Saru." Giggling, Layla tucked her stray white strands of hair back behind her ear, slowly shifting her gaze skyward. "Don't ruin your spot on my good side. If you leave, oh well." Shrugging her shoulders, she summoned the presence of his precious book in her hands. "Either way, I'm keeping this."
"What ever I can summon it when ever I wan't I have others. And nothing will appear for you anyways." He shrugs and snaps and it comes back into his hand then disappears."
Layla huffed in pure disappointment. Lately she had been by herself with nothing to do. He usual toy was currently busy chatting it up with a ridiculous mortal. Rolling her irises , she closed her hand, clasping them both together behind her back. "Why are you so mean to me?" She began to pout, fluttering her lashes while staring at him.