Let there be blood [FINISHED]

He could feel muscles burning underneath his skin, a dull ache reminding him that it has been some time since he had done this the last time. He scoffed at that, his own thoughts making him frown, before they are empty again as he proceeds to the next excercise.

Once he's done warming up, he decides to go for a run around the field, the wolf-creature following him some meters behind at a lazy pace that almost screams 'I don't want to be doing thiiiiiiis'. However, he is too afraid to leave William alone in his curent mood.

The boy loves the feel of his muscles stretching even more, wondering how he had gone without doing this for almost two years and a half, before he realises that it was the first sign of him losing hi will to live, and scoffing at that too. Well, it doesn't matter now.

Soon, he is out of breath, having covered a good distance in such a short time. Spirit is panting behind him, his eyes following every move William makes, nothing how fluent they look. He hasn't seen him like this in some time.

He stands right and tilts his whole body back in order to catch his breath, feeling his legs burning as the gently taps his feet against the ground. 'Good.', he thinks for himself. 'Time for the main event.'

Having trained a variety of sports over the time of about 7 years, he has no proper stile of fighting, and he moves from one position to another in order that feels natural rather than the one that was designed for this kind of excercise. He doesn't care thought as long as it makes him feel good. Spirit watches him worriedly from the side as he flies through the air violently.

William didn't notice anyone approaching. It was Spirit sudden awareness that alerted him that someone was there. He turned around, stopping the practise, his breath heavy nad hair falling in his eyes, waiting for his heart to stop pounding. He didn't really hear the words until few minutes latter, when his blood cooled down, allowing his brain to star functioning again, supplying him with what was said.

'I'm William.', he said, stretching his arms behind his back in order to stop his muscles from cooling down as well. 'I'm the leader of the club.' He looked the other boy from head to toe, examining the way he looked and thinking about what he said. 'That over there is Spirit. You are free to ignore him, as he will probably do the same.' The wolf snorted, but said nothing otherwise, as the boy was right. He didn't intent to move again for at least an hour less the boy came into some kind of danger he couldn't get himself out of.

'Have you submitted your application for joining in the Administration office?', William asked, turning around. 'Not that it really matters. I need a sparing partner anyway. Come on.'

'We fight until one of us hits the ground.', William said, taking a similar stance, but rasing his hands and bending his knees a bit as well. 'Spirit can be the judge.', he added, casting a look in the wolfs direction. 'If you're okay with that.' Having said everything he deemed necessary, he suddenly lashed out.

William saw from the beginning ttat it was very likely that the other boy was stronger than him, considering how out of practise he was, and honestly? It got his blood running. Fighting with an empty patch of air was one thing, getting an upper hand on someone who can easily beat you to the ground completely another. And he still felt, even though he knew he was very posibly weaker, that he can get an upper hand considering the way he fought.

Thus, he did not attack straight on. He stepped forward in a way that left his back turned towards his opponent for a second, before he turned around once more, spining in a way that would give his punch more force, and his body a space it needed for him to go low, under the attack that he expected from the enemy, while his own fist aimed for the other boy's face.

For once, his dulled instinct worked to his advantage. Caught up in his own pucnh, he hadn't noticed the one aimed for his knee until it was too late, meaning he got just enough time to move out of the way of the second one aimed at his face. Zack hand still gazed his cheek, however, he used that as an oportunity to grab onto his wrist, twisting it in order to try and throw him to the ground.

Pressing on his thumb and grabbing his hand in return, the other boy proved that William was right in his guess that, currently, he was the weaker one there. As he found himself locked down, he tried to think of a way to get out, finding one or two, but neither satisfying as they would leave him open for yet another attack. He had do something different, something strange, and take other by surprise. The strangest thing would of course be to summon Spirit on him, however, William scoffed at the very thought. He did not need help, not even if Spirit was willing to offer it-which he, at the moment, wasn't.

Suddenly, instead of trying to get his hand free, William ignored the slight pain, and pushed his body forward towards Zack instead, trying to get him off his balance, and off his feet, by twisting a bit, and trying to sweep his left foot with his right.