Matt drew his energy blade as normal, held it casual near his side. "Don't worry," he said. "I turned the intensity down, so at most this thing'll bruise if it hits."

R.D. nodded in confirmation. "Well, ready?"

Matt angled his blade back and extended his left hand. "Let's do it."

For a brief moment, R.D. stood still, simply watching his opponent. This would be tough: they knew exactly how the other fought. This hadn't been the first time they trained together, but it would be the first since... well, no need to think of that fight now.

Suddenly, R.D. took off running, headed straight for Matt. He pushed off from the ground half-way there, leaping up and slashing downwards with his energy blade. The weapon made a loud hum and left a bright trail of afterimages as it cut down at Matt.

Matt's blade hit against R.D.'s. Matt swung it around, wrenching it to the side, and he used the opening to fire a side kick.

R.D. pulled back as Matt parried the blow, spinning around and under the side kick launched at him. Coming back around with the pivot, he slashed again, putting more force behind the blow by shoving himself forward with the swing.

Matt leaned to the side as the blade slashed the air. His own blade swished back and forth as he tried to strike an open spot on his opponent.

R.D. grunted as he passed by Matt, looking from the corner of his eyes as the second slash clipped his side during the pass. Landing on one foot while turning, R.D. suddenly bolted with Chaos Control, causing his body to leave trails of afterimages as he shot off to the side at a seemingly abnormal speed.

He was behind Matt in a flash, and he relinquished the effects of Chaos Control as he brought his sword up and slashed downwards at Matt's back.

The sword smacked Matt hard. "Hey!" He turned around, pointing with the tip of his blade. "Man, you never said you were gonna use Chaos Control."

R.D. was surprised; his use had been weak compared to the full teleportation effects he normally used. He was sure that Matt would've been able to counter it.

Nevertheless, he responded. "Since when have either of us ever played by the rules?" he asked, bringing his blade up to aim it at Matt's own sword.

"Feh." Matt tossed his sword aside, and it vanished. "Fuck the swords. Let's do it like it's supposed to be done." He balled up his fists.

"Now you're talkin'."

R.D. opened his hand, and the energy blade dispersed into particles of light. He clenched his hands into fists, as if crushing something invisible in them, and they exploded with light and power, forming the Godhand over them.

"Your move," he said as he dropped into a stance.

Matt formed his own armor. "Okay, now we're on equal terms."

He reared back and slung a wild, heavy punch.

R.D. deflected the blow with a snap of his wrist, angling his body back a bit before countering, attacking upwards with an uppercut.

Matt swished past the uppercut. Taking a bit of a boxing stance, he fired a hook at R.D.'s gut.

R.D. threw himself backwards, narrowly avoiding the strike. Stopping his movement with his heel, he pushed forward again and spun, swinging out with a spinning backfist.

The blow tagged Matt in the face, and he backed away, grasping his face. "All right..."

He began bobbing up and down on his feet. "Time to get serious."

R.D. didn't reply--instead, he darted forward, rearing his right fist back and punching it forward at Matt's chest.

Matt sidestepped and unloaded a fist at R.D.'s face.

R.D. had to plant a foot out to prevent himself from hitting the dirt when Matt nailed him across the face with his counterattack. Wiping his mouth off a bit, he grinned. "That's more like it."

Pivoting around, he struck again, launching a jab at Matt's chin in one smooth motion.

Matt grabbed R.D.'s wrist, pushing aside the fist as he swung his elbow.

R.D. shrugged off the blow using his free arm, then twisted his pinned one around to grab Matt by the wrist. Grabbing his arm with his other hand, R.D. pulled and began to spin, to throw Matt away at the nearest rock in the simulation field.

Matt smacked against the rock, his body splayed out wide. He slid down before passing his legs backwards, flipping back on his feet.

He sighed, sliding one hand in his pocket. "Come over here and try that again," he said, beckoning with his free hand.

"Sure, if you stop holding back," R.D. said. His hand smashed against the ground, and the force of Godhand propelled him upwards into the air. He quickly channeled wind energy and forced the flows back behind him, propelling him back down at Matt, with his fist leading the way.

(After 400+ pages? I think we're fine here :V )

Matt swept aside. Fast. He spun around mid-dodge with a sweeping high kick.

R.D. noticed at the last second that his attack would not strike; he attempted to twist around to block Matt's strike but failed. His foot nailed him soundly in the ribs, and the force of the blow sent him flying past into another jutting rock.

Spittle flew from his mouth as he struck, the wind knocked out of him slightly. He dropped into a kneel, then grinned. "That's more like it."

He suddenly pushed off, using more wind energy to propel himself as he charged forward. Leaping up, he twisted his body around in a flying spin kick at Matt.

Matt's face whipped back with the force of the blow but he leapt right back, unloading a hailstorm of blows.

R.D. amped up his speed as he began deflecting Matt's blows with his right arm, parrying away some while trying to shrug off the ones that made it past his defense. Despite the bruises appearing on his bare arm, he kept up with the flurry, and finally counterattacked. Slapping away Matt's wrist, he spun and shoved his foot forward at his chest.

Matt whoofed with the blow, flying back.