Under Darkness [AU]

[Carver Amell]

"Yeah," he says, his voice a bit gentler. "How about we spar for a bit, then we have a talk, then we spar for a bit more."

[Tethras Clan]

Andy nods again, hefting his stick in the proper grip. "Yeah, that... that sounds fine." He glances away for a moment. "Thanks."

[Carver Amell]

"Yeah." 

He pushes Andy hard over the course of the next hour, not giving him time or space to dwell in his feelings. The tiefling isn't much good, of course, but he's quick on his feet and well trained in general, with good instincts for the fight. It's a wonderful feeling, really, doing this with him, the sticks glancing off their leathers without doing any lasting damage. The night air feels alive to Carver, teeming with the sound of instincts and the smells of recent rain. It's peaceful, out here. Soothing. 

Until Andy catches him distracted by a lightning bug and clips the side of his cheek with the stick. The pain jars Carver, and he uses his off hand to bat the stick away, not noticing the claws sliding free from his fingertips as he does. 

[Tethras Clan]

Andy instantly jumps back, grip shifting automatically in the longer used club grip. "Who are you?" he demands, wishing he was a paladin.

[Carver Amell]

"What?" he snaps, the claws melting away as easily as butter on a hot pan. "The hell are you on about?" 

[Tethras Clan]

Andy pointedly shifts the club, once the length of a longsword, to draw attention to the rather clean cut and the missing six inches.

[Carver Amell]

He glances at it blankly. "You broke your stick? How the fuck hard did you hit me?" 

[Tethras Clan]

"No, you cut my stick." Andy gives Carver a hard look. "With your claws."

[Carver Amell]

He gives him a hard look right back. "You been drinking?"

[Tethras Clan]

Andy waves the stick at Carver again. "Drink wouldn't do this to a drink. And it didn't break, the edge is clean. You cut it. You sure you don't magic?"

[Carver Amell]

"Never in my life," he snaps. "I don't know how you broke your stick on my face, but I sure as hell didn't cut it."

[Tethras Clan]

"Denial much?" Andy snaps back. "Listen to yourself! How could your face cut a stick? Unless you think that transformed instead of your hands I guess. You had claws when you smacked it aside."

[Carver Amell]

"I told you before, I don't have magic! Look, watch: " he lifts his hand between them. "Ooga-booga, grow claws!" he instructs it.

His face drains of color when it obeys. 

[Tethras Clan]

Andy smirks. "Someone owes me a beer for doubting me. Tea. Mug of tea."

[Carver Amell]

Carver stumbles backwards, sits on the ground, hard, doesn't seem to notice. Stares at his hand.