[i]It had been a long while, but Lucas was finally freed from the bounds that were his casts. His body had healed completely, only.. he felt weak. He hadn't trained in a while, mainly because his fücking left arm and leg were broken, along with a whole bunch of ribs. So what did he do? Spar with his older brother, of course. Luke stood before his older brother, Jason, at the edge of the Jade Dragon area, in the grass. Both of the brothers were unarmed - though Jason had his metal prosthetic arm and leg - and unarmoured, only wearing normal clothes; both of them wearing a white T-shirt - Jason's hugging his muscular figure rather nicely - and a pair of camouflaged shorts. While the two were just as tall, Jason was just more muscular thanks to super steroids (no really, I'm not kidding), and because he's a cocky fück, he took his shirt off, showing off his bulging muscles while flexing, his metal arm shining a little in the light. Lucas just rolled his eyes with a sigh of disapproval.[/i] "Are you gonna keep doing that or what?" [b]"Well, li'l me gotta show what li'l tiny Lucky Luke is up against, now don't I?"[/b] [i]Lucas just shook his head in response, and got into a combat stance: his right foot sliding forwards a little, his body turning to the side, his fists raised. Idk combat stances, mmmkay? Jason just tilted his head a little with a soft chuckle before straight up charging Lucas, his right fist raised. Lucas simply stepped to the side just before the fist made contact, making Jason stumble forwards. Lucas then turned, kicking as he did, swiping Jason's left leg from underneath him, making the big mean giant tumble to the floor.[/i] [i]Lucas chuckled as he stood steadily again, and took a couple of steps away from Jason to allow him to get up. Jason laid there for a bit, face down, before placing his hands to the sides like he was gonna do push-ups, and then, well, pushed himself up, moving his legs a little to get up. Then he turned to face Lucas again, and cracked his own knuckles before popping the bones in his neck.[/i] [b]"Ya ain't seen shït yet, you li'l bastard. Don't get cocky, eh?"[/b] "I'm just saying," [i]Luke replied as he beckoned Jason over with his right hand, taking the combat stance once more. Jason gave a tiny nod, and slowly moved over, also assuming a combat stance. Once he stood before Lucas, about three feet away, he quickly stepped forwards, aiming for Lucas' gut with his right hand while uppercutting his jaw. Lucas dodged the uppercut with relative ease by just stepping back, though the hit to his gut connected, making him bend forward slightly, and groan in pain. Jason grinned while Lucas muttered something along the lines of "cheap hit", making Jason grin even more. Then, Jason hit Lucas again, repeating his uppercut, and fücking lifting Lucas off his damn feet. Jason punched Lucas' gut again while Lucas was still lifted in the air, pushing the nerd off his fist, and flying backwards a little. Jason stepped back, Lucas hitting the grass floor rather hard. He then laid there on his back, his eyes closed tight. [/i] [b]"Sorry, little bro,"[/b] [i]Jason carefully said as he looked at his feet, Lucas just wheezing off on the grass, his eyes slowly opening. He stared at Jason, and slowly struggled onto his feet with a shake of his head, wheezing the words, [/i] "I'm not that fückin' easy you.. you bastard.." [b]"Want li'l ol' Jason to go easy on ya? 'Cause I will, if ya want me to."[/b] [i]Lucas shook his head, his breath slowly returning to normal. Once he was breathing normally again, he took his combat stance again, and waved Jason over once more. Jason more than happily obliged, slowly approaching the wounded Lucas, his fists raised. Once he was close enough, he swung his right fist sideways at Lucas' right temple, only Lucas simply crouched a little, and full-on rammed his fist into Jason's lower abdomen, only to be hit in the fückin' face by Jason's right knee, making the poor Lucas fall flat on his back, his left hand clutching his now bleeding nose.. fückin scrubby Lucas. Only, Jason had also stumbled back with a very much pained groan - but he was still within reach of Lucas' feet. So what did Lucas do? He kicked accurately and very fückin' hard, hitting Jason's right kneecap, only to then do the same with Jason's left knee with his other leg, making Jason both stumble and step back - it looked pretty weird.[/i] "You got lucky, but so did I, eh?" [b]"Only thing is that it took twenty-seven years for you, my li'l bro, and fifteen for good ol' Jason,"[/b] [i]Jason responded with a soft chuckle, a smile playing around his lips.[/i] "You're disgusting.." [i]Lucas slowly struggled to his feet, blood dripped from his nose, flowing over his lips like two crimson rivers, and dripping down his chin onto his T-shirt like tears, the white T-shirt already having quite a bit of red stains. His nose was definitely fücked up. He shook his head slowly once he was standing, albeit slightly bent over a little. He glared at Jason, who just chuckled in response, and got into his combat stance once again, slowly waving Jason over with his left hand. Jason slowly shuffled closer, also in a combat stance, his face expressionless, his eyes trained on Lucas. Jason quickly stepped forwards, swinging at Lucas' face again. Lucas dodged diagonally to the right and backwards, fückin' turning and goddamn roundhouse kicking, aimed for Jason's face - only, Jason catched the foot, holding it tight. So tight that Lucas feared his bones would get crushed.[/i] [b]"I could break yer ankle right about now, li'l dumb dumb."[/b] "You wouldn't.." [i]Jason grinned and pushed Lucas away from him, making Luke stumble a little before he found his footing again. Lucas then quickly moved to Jason again, and swung for the side of Jason's jaw with his right fist - only for Jason to catch the fist, and yank Lucas towards him, elbowing him square in the face, the sound of bone snapping being heard as the metal elbow made contact with Lucas' poor, poor face. Luke's nose was even more screwed up now, it having a little bend to it. Jason wasn't done yet. He held Lucas in place as he lowered his elbow, and kneed his younger brother in his gut with his metal knee, making Lucas gasp in pain. He was losing by a landslide. Jason then pushed Lucas away from him, making Luke stumble again, more and more blood dripping down his chin and onto his once white shirt. Lucas spat out some blood, and raised his hands in surrender, softly saying the words,[/i] "Can't win from you, eh? And those prosthetics are seriously unfair. Hurt a lot. And I'm a technician, not as much a fighter." [b]"I ain't the one who gave 'em to me, li'l bro. You were, though. And I fückin' love these things. And you were in the military, still,"[/b] [i]Jason responded as he lifted his prosthetic hand, the tip of his thumb popping off to the side, like a lighter, to show a little flame. It was indeed a lighter.[/i] "True, true," [i]Lucas responded, spitting out some more blood before bowing very deeply before Jason as a sign of respect. He stayed like that for a few seconds before getting back up and straightening himself. He then turned on his heels, and limped off, leaving Jason alone with his thoughts.[/i] [spoiler]Open, of course.[/spoiler]