bad temper challenge (pyre_flies)

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Title: Excuse Me, but Your Flank is Open
Setting: AU
Themes: 87 Bad temper
Pairing: Auron/Rikku
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Summary: Rikku can to fight with a sword, dammit!

"I'm not holding it all wrong! You're just jealous that I found a better way to fight!" Rikku swings the massive sword around and rests it on her shoulder, the triumphant look in her eyes daring him to argue. "See? Just because I'm not a massive hunk of unsocialable nastitude doesn't mean that I can't kick ass with a sword."

"You've left yourself vulnerable on your right side," he points out with obnoxious accuracy and annoying superiority. "And since you don't wear heavy armor, you can't afford to leave your flank open."

"Most guys like my outfit," she snaps back, deliberately missing the point. She sniffs and brushes some invisible dust off the top of her bikini. "Besides, I'm not gonna just stand around and let someone get a cheap shot in." She meets his glare with one of her own and flips her hair in a display of pertinence.

"Your speed is severely limited," he replies with another damn undeniable observation. Poor, long-suffering, Auron the martyr, trying to knock some sense into the unteachable generation. Rikku huffs an angry breath and taps the sword against her shoulder in a familiar motion that surprises and unsettles him. He brushes his hair back and sighs before pushing himself off the bench to approach her. Rikku stands motionless, her green eyes flashing. He ignores her fury and walks around her, appraising her stance with maddening coolness.

Rikku fumes silently. Her attempt to impress him has failed miserably and it's all his fault. She might not be as strong as Tidus or as efficient as Paine, but she can hold her own in a sword fight - ask anyone! But now, facing his scornful indifference, she feels like a fifteen-year-old again, all knobbly kneed and ignorant. "Well?" She says at last as he rubs his chin casually.

"You're not a knight," he says at last, his voice gruff. He turns away, his crimson jacket fluttering behind him, and waves his hand dismissively. "You're handicapping yourself unnecessarily."

Rikku stamps her foot on the pavement. "And you're acting like a jerk unnecessarily!" She shrieks at his back. If only she had a grenade... Instead, Rikku throws her sword into the rack; the resulting clash is satisfyingly loud. She spins to face him and jabs a finger in his direction. "You just don't want to admit how awesome I am."

She storms past him, her long hair swinging wildly as she stomps away.

Auron sinks back onto the bench. She's partially right, he admits to himself grudgingly, he doesn't want to admit how developed she is.

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