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"My name is Aaron Greenlow," The blonde mentioned, seemingly not phased by Mercutio's sarcastic words. "You may only call me stew-maker if you wish to." He chuckled softly. "I've lived in the village for many years, and I love talking to people... but many of them are not interested in talking to me."

When Mercutio entered his home, he closed the door and went to the kitchen to chop up the tomatoes and put them in the stew that was cooking as they spoke. "Many of them find my powers quite... absurd, shall we say. Some even think that I kill people with my powers, even though I don't - my powers are healing powers." As he finished chopping up the last tomato, he cut his finger. Aaron cursed under his breath, and bandaged up his finger quickly before finishing the tomato-cutting. He quickly put them in the stew, and then sat down at the table. "But I can't heal myself. That's the only flaw in my powers." He looked at his newly-bandaged finger.

"Well, this is my humble - VERY humble abode." Aaron nodded at his guest. "I hope you'll forgive me for it being so plain - I haven't really had a chance to make it look nice at all." The walls were merely wooden slats, and the floor was made of stone. The furniture was decently comfortable, though, and was a pleasing shade of blue. The roof was well-constructed, at least. It was a very small house - it had only 4 rooms; the kitchen, the main room that they were in, the bathroom, and a bedroom. "I'm glad I have this, at least... I haven't had a roof over my head for a long, long time."

[[Definitely out of it today...
@.@]]

Gabriel smiled pleasantly, aparently enjoying the teen's cheekyness. "If I'm not worth the effort, you should be able to finish me quickly, no?" His smile turned into one of mockery. "And once again, take care who you call 'boy'...This 'boy' has been alive since before you were born...Many years before, I might add. Lets see how a child like you has learned how to use that toy you carry."

"Don't underestimate me, love...It would be a horrible mistake on your part." Knowing already how she didn't like to be degraded, he continued. "Would you like to make the first move? I'm sure it would give you somewhat of an advantage...You'll need every on you can get." he remarked dryly.

Still with the quaint smile upon his face, Gabriel laughed aloud. "My my, you are a feisty one. Well, enough talk. Prove to me you're worthy of even carrying that weapon." he said coldly, smile fading to an icey straight face. His dead blue eyes glinted with a hint of crimson as he moved his double naginata with inhuman speed.

In less time than it took to blink, one of the blades of his weapon swung down at her head, the other following behind moments later in a quick flurry, aiming for her stomach. He smiled, his movements quick and fluid, streaming in flawlessly accurate and deadly strikes.

((Hmmm...I shall be Scout #2 scream , who chose himself to do the task and see where the best vantige point would be before the war actually started. I keep changing the color of my posts...~Now in Deep Ocean Blue!~ XD))

"Heh, heh...Smile! You're in my scope!" Avio whispered under his breath whilst looking through the scope on his new weapon. It was a simple made rifle with just enough power in it to make a bullet travel out of the barrell and be semi-accurate. It would have been much easier for him if it were a high-powered sniper rifle, but he knew that those types of weapons were supposed to only be used by the trained marksmen of the camp.

The person in his view looked to be a young gentleman that had the looks of being age sixteen to nineteen. Avio couldn't really tell, but he could infer only that about him. The boy's hair was a sort of blonde that almost looked bleached when the sun refracted from it and it was kept neatly into a ponytail, though it was rather long. The thing that was truly odd about this person to Avio was his eyes. They seemed to have more life inside of the icy-blue mirrors and an actual spirit to boot.

"This would be so easy if I weren't on recon," Avio thought to himself as he lowered his weapon off of his shoulder and onto the ground. He kept low by the palms so as to not be seen, even though he was 'chemelion-ed' into the surrounding underbrush. "This seems a viable place to hide out for a while when this war actually starts," Avio began to think to himself, relaxing a bit and letting his nerves release. This made him un-chemelion, but he could still remain hidden by the underbrush.

Messiah moved back quickly, avoiding the strike to her neck. The second blow, on the other hand, met its mark just barely. Unable to dodge the blow completely, the blade slashed across her stomach, a stream of blood trickling from the slim cut. Not even a glance was given to the injury, however, and Messiah seemed rather unhindered by it.

The prying into her thought was getting on her nerves a bit, truth be told. She could have kept up both the mental and physical battle, but she was quite sure that in this situation, more attention should be kept on staying alive. The vampire's scheme of distracting her failed and she suddenly allowed her mind to be completely open. The amount of secrets, thoughts, and plans would have probably been extremely overwhelming to many, her mind having always been a rather complicated thing- Far too complex, perhaps, to belong to a mere sixteen year old girl.

Lithe form darted swiftly forward, her blade coming down at his shoulder in what, if not dodged, could be a potentially fierce strike. Needless to say, she was rather determined to spill his blood.

A smirk lingered on her lips when she felt his withdrawal from her mind, the rush of her thoughts having apparently caused him to be the one place his barriers up. Messiah's free hand shot up just as his claws tried to make contact with her neck. The sharp talons ripped though her wrist instead, leaving minimal damage.

She was quite satisfied that her blade had caused some damage, though she knew that she'd need more than just one hit to win the brawl. Gleaming blue eyes narrowed with suspicion when he held the naginata in place, her body stiffening at his next movements. There was no way she could doge the kick, nor block it without causing serious damage to her arms- Damage that she couldn't afford.

Messiah winced in pain when the kick landed, a small crack signaling the breaking of one of her ribs, the air nearly forced out of her. Her integrity would not allow her to even gasp at the impact's effect, her composure remaining strong and proud. Messiah gently gripped at where her opponent had kicked, applying a bit of pressure to relieve that paint though she wasted no time in retaliating. Grabbing onto his ankle, Messiah ran forward despite their lack of distance, attempting to make him fall backward.

Gabriel smirked, feeling his kick connect firmly, the satisfaction of her ribs cracking making his eyes light up. Catching him off guard, though, his leg got pushed back. He lost his balance slightly, pivoting on one foot as he growled.

Thinking quickly, he brought up his left hand down from holding her naginata, having had to clamp on with the hand he held his own in. Dragging the naginata around to slam it into the side of her head, he twisted his hand quickly. It was still too long to let the blade connect, but the staff would reach it's mark. It wasn't exactly the most graceful fight so far, but survival came first, and the girl wasn't exactly an amateur.

[[Yeah, I totally forgot about holding the naginata, and then grabbing your weapon with my left and clawing with the right...<<;;
Trying to make up for my stupiditiy.
x.x]]

[[: razz rods::
Technically, you're supposed to be back at the encampment. Gabriel and Avio were the only ones meant to leave.
O.o
But oh well...]]