The Park, Sunday Afternoon (09/16)

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale was pretty certain he'd only managed to convince Lucifer to come sparring with him because the Adversary figured it would be the easiest way to get him to shut up about it. It wasn't like anyone had any doubts that one of them would be getting their arse kicked, and it wouldn't be the retired Prince of Hell. But Aziraphale also figured it would be a good learning experience for him. After all, if he was going to continue getting into fights with godlings and the angry shades of the divine dead, it might behoove him to get used to fighting something a great deal stronger than him.

Also, for some reason, Wilson was very decidedly behind this plan, and probably wouldn't have let the angel back down from it anyway.

So there they were, wings flared and swords flashing, dueling in the middle of the park.

[ooc: Sparring is for the two angels only, but the post is open for anyone to stop and watch -- they might even take a minute to talk -- or to use for other non-sparring purposes. They're only using one small section of the park, so feel free to not notice if you prefer.

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[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer stood still, sword pointed down like a walking stick as he waited for Aziraphale to attack him.

It was almost amusing how seriously the other angel seemed to take this.

"Out of practice is an understatement, I think."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"I am not out of practice," Aziraphale retorted, frowning in concentration as he considered his options. "It just happens that there's not a lot of call for swordwork in the bookstore business."

Not to mention that for most of that time, he hadn't even had the sword. Details, really.

He hovered right on the edge of making a feint to one side, and then at the last minute decided to go with a slashing attack toward Lucifer's chest.

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Bringing up the sword suddenly, Lucifer blocked, pushing back on Aziraphale's sword. Not so much as to toss him away, but enough to knock him back a few steps. "I was under the impression your type were supposed to remain vigilant."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale was expecting his blow to be blocked, and he moved with the push, turning it into a second attack, this one aimed for the legs.

"Being demoted rather negated most of the need for vigilance on my part," he remarked. "And until I came here, I was doing a good job at keeping a low profile."

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer chuckled, bringing a foot down on Aziraphale's sword to drive it down into the earth beneath them. "Such a waste."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Bugger," Aziraphale swore under his breath. He dropped to one knee and wrenched the sword in a twisting motion upward, hoping to put the other angel at least a little off-balance. "I'd have to say they did just fine without me."

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

"I did not mean it was a waste for them," Lucifer replied, stepping back to allow Aziraphale to regain his sword.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Giving Lucifer a dirty look for merely stepping back off the sword, Aziraphale rose and moved backward a bit, preparing for his next fruitless assault.

"You think I should have been doing more of this, and less hiding behind my books."

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

"Precisely," Lucifer replied with a small smirk. He swung the sword with an ease that might have surprised Aziraphale had he known how few times it had been used since the first battle.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Possibly it would have surprised Aziraphale if it were anyone but Lucifer. He had a rather high opinion of the Morningstar's skills with a sword.

"I was doing good works, you know," he protested, quickly bringing his own weapon up to parry, his wings flaring outward to maintain balance against the force of the blow. "The little things are important too."

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer pulled back, calmly circling Aziraphale before attacking again. These things needed to be planned out. "I don't doubt that."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Turning as the Adversary circled, because he knew better than to give the other angel his back, Aziraphale eyed him warily.

"But you still think I was wasting my time."

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer shrugged, watching Aziraphale's footwork carefully. "Perhaps."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale paused for a moment, frowning. He wanted to understand what Lucifer was on about, why the other angel felt that he'd been wasting his time. Or wasting...something.

"I did earn a small promotion, after all that with the balrog. At the end of my last time here," he said, as if hoping Lucifer might approve of that.

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer hummed, not approving or disapproving. Then, after a small pause, rushed forward to bring his sword down on Aziraphale's head.

The Peanut Gallery

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson had a tartan blanket.

Wilson had a picnic basket fill with a bottle of white wine and a glass. No reason really.

Blanket laid out beneath a tree that allowed shade and a good view of the proceedings, the mortal was stretched out on the blanket, sipping from his glass of chilled white while he shamelessly watched the two angels spar.

It was a very nice view indeed.

...

Very.Nice

Re: The Peanut Gallery

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer rolled his eyes, ignoring the ogling mortal in favour of continuing the spar.

Honestly, he acted as it this was something special.

Re: The Peanut Gallery

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale was not quite so blase about Wilson's presence. He may have even glanced in the young doctor's direction and given him a little wink.

He may also have found the very pleased vibes resonating off the mortal to be the teeniest bit distracting.

Re: The Peanut Gallery

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Very pleased vibes! And as with Lucifer, Wilson watched Phale's fighting technique as well as his abs physical display.

It was genuinely fascinating to see what did and did not seem to work in Phale's attacks against the Morningstar.

Re: The Peanut Gallery

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

It was possible that Aziraphale might have been showing off a bit, now that Wilson was there. Nothing ridiculous, of course. But there might have been a bit more of an arch to his wings, and he might actually have been trying a bit harder to make a good showing against the Adversary.

So far, Lucifer hadn't sent him sprawling on his ass, so he counted that as a good showing.

Re: The Peanut Gallery

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson winced when the pommel to the back of the head happened but he didn't flail or panic. He knew that Aziraphale could take such blows and that Lucifer was well aware of what another of his kind could withstand. It was better that Phale be sharpened up now rather than when his life was genuinely on the line.

It was good to see Phale work his way through Lucifer's distraction techniques, a learning experience for both of them it seemed.

Re: The Peanut Gallery

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale most decidedly did not look in Wilson's direction after he took that particular blow. It was embarrassing, really.

Also, although he wasn't yet ready to show it, that strike had punched his temper up just a bit.

Re: The Peanut Gallery

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson knew his lover well enough to know that Phale's temper was being roused but he also knew enough about fights to figure this might not be a bad thing.

So long as Phale didn't let his emotions rule him, a bit of anger and intensity could bring a new layer to the sparring.

Re: The Peanut Gallery

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

After the spectacular finale to their sparring match, Aziraphale wandered over to where Wilson lounged under the tree, and flopped down on the blanket.

"Your mean boyfriend knocked me down."

Re: The Peanut Gallery

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson had a healthy appreciation for Lucifer's physical charms but more importantly, he was also enjoying watching how the other angel moved in the combat situation.

He was soaking in the actions of the sword, as well as the handsomeness of the pressence at the same time. He could multitask like that, after all.

And ... well, damn straight he was ogling but he did so quietly.