Wimp

Silence, accompanied by quips of night sounds, surrounded the two. Both were still bristling angrily, but none made the movement to release their frustrations. One would safely assume that the earlier trouble had drained their energies.

One can never be certain.

The skies were already dark by the time they had finished. Findan was already making his way back to camp when something left his companion's lips, causing him to stop at a halt.

"Geez, Findan. Is that all you managed to gather?" Raelag said, pointing at the pile of berries Findan was carrying. The Wood elf frowned at that, offended. "My, we are carrying the same amount, I think. Oh wait-" Findan quickly added before the warlock could say anything else, "Your arms are indeed smaller. So I'm carrying a lot more than you can possibly have."

There was a sound of rustling, with Raelag dropping his pile and walking straight up to his companion and peering into his face. Findan did the same, and soon both hands were fisted at their sides.

"Say that again, pony boy." He hissed, and Findan allowed himself to grin at that. It was time to give Raelag a taste of his own medicine.

"You heard me," taunted Findan, leaning forward. "Wimp."

A flash of movements issued after the word has been said. Findan found himself pinned beneath a large hand, probably conjured by the haughty spell caster, and Raelag laughed at this. Certainly, the Wood elf had lost at this contest of speed. Findan struggled beneath the conjured mass, trying to pry away and take his weapons that now littered the ground, but unless Raelag would banish the hand, there was no way of escape. He had to talk his way out.

"Who's the wimp now?" Asked the Dark elf, hands on his hips, and a triumphant look upon his pale face. Findan was sorely tempted to raise his hand and make a rude hand gesture- at least that would alleviate his anger. "Release me this instant!" he cried exasperatedly, trying in vain to wriggle free. Raelag bent down a bit more, letting his dark locks caress the Wood elf's tan cheek, grinning broadly. Findan sputtered, because there was the hair in the mouth thing again, and glared up at his captor. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked at his face.

"Kind of," was the reply, and there was the innocent, thoughtful look that one would find on children's faces when they are thinking of something- only this time it made him a lot like a scrunched-up prat…and a lot cuter.

"Why not we settle this now? Let me go, and we'll see who the more accomplished elf is." Findan challenged, and Raelag laughed again, that same sexy snicker that somehow and curiously made his stomach knot. "Alright then. I suppose that's fair." and he banished the magical hand. Findan stood up, dusted his robes, and then glared at his opponent. "Fair? You know what's fair? Me discarding all my weapons and strangling you bare-handed."

"Oh sure," was Raelag's reply, rolling his eyes. "I bet."

"You think I'm weaker than you?"

"Do YOU think I'm weaker than you?"

"I sure do." Findan said, crossing his arms. "Just look at my physique. I've got more muscle."

"Yeah right. But beneath that you're still an effin' gaybo." Raelag pointed out, and the Wood elf made some sort of bristling noise and pushed the warlock onto a nearby tree. The dark haired man gave a cry as the rough wood grazed onto the back of his head, not making any noise because of the possibility of hurting his skin- his armor protected him from that. Findan pressed all his weight onto the smaller man, grinning as he did so, enjoying the small sounds of pain Raelag emitted whenever he would push a little deeper. He was turning malicious, and he longed for a more painful approach- but a part of him, that small part uncovered by the vast hatred for this man, stopped him from doing so. Raelag can thank his god for that.

"Look who's squealing like a little girl now," Findan hissed into the other's ear, and his companion struggled to push him away, but to no avail. "Findan, you psycho bitch! Get off me!" He cried.

Findan frowned at that, and eased the pressure he was putting out. "Look at what you've done to me." He said angrily, glaring deeper into the dark orbs before him. "I can't believe this! I hate you! You're a fucked up moron, do you know that? You're so unbearable that even a peace-loving elf like me is actually doing this! Darn it!"

"You've been to war for too long, sissy." Whispered Raelag, and Findan closed the small gap between them.