Drake V Glave

"So you're the one that Darren told me of. apparently, you're almost as strong as him too..." Drake simply sat at the table, feet kicked up and in your face, disrespecting you even. this was warranted being the fact that well-- you werent anybody yet. You were a simple low rank of the Mafia, and you didnt deserve to even be given eye contact yet, thats just how it was. "Alright then, wheres the name?"

Drake assumed you'd say this right off the back, he was the Boss afterall, wasnt it proper manners to say your name? Its bad enough you just took a seat without being told to. Drake hoping that they letter to Glave to be sent here wasnt a waste of time, he awaited your answers.
(Drake Vanoli ll)
From his trip from the marshles through the caverns towards Nostvale. Glave wanted to wander a little bit before returning to his inn.

And just as fate would have it. He'd meet someone of importance.

Coming to a table where he'd decide to rest. Glave came across a random stranger. Ignoring him for the most part. Glave kept mute to himself until Drake spoke out towards him.

Frowning. Glave had the thought of either flipping over the table upon the man and striking him down. But instead, he sat there in his seat and opened his mouth to speak. Only to close it. It was then that Drake rose his feet and rested them right infront of his face.

Sitting mute. Glave just stared after Drake, not saying a word until Drake felt comfy enough. Reaching outwards. He placed his palm onto an open part of the table to the side so Drake could see it. An energetic aura covered his hand as he burned his name into the table with energetic energy. The adding at the end.

'I can't speak'

He just hoped that this man could help him out on his mission
(Glave)
"Can't speak huh? Darren didnt tell me about that part. Well, atleast you can hear-- and thats all you need to be doing at the momment." Drake had been given a mute to speak with? Shaking his head he just knew this was going ot kill his energy speaking to Glave. Nonetheless, he was apart of the group, so well-- Drake had to work around it. His feet now off the table he';d exsplain.

"So Darren, big sword, small boy, told me about you. And I must say I am impressed. but I won't be fully impressed till I see what you can do." Drake already dusting himself off, and leisurely doing distracting other things like strateghten his hair. And out of -nowhere- he'd flip the table and kick it toward Glave, now standing.

"Let's see what you got." Drake needed to test Glave for where he would be in the Group.
(Drake Vanoli ll)
'Be careful around him. . . . ' his ancestor told him as Glave continued to stare hard at Drake.

Listening to his words, it seemed to him that the man had rather placed himself on a rather high scale compared to those who he worked with. Which didn't bother him one bit. Just made him feel rather disappointed. Daran said that this man could benefit him. But all that he was seeing right now was a conceited man.

Watching the man stand up from the table. He'd quickly kick it up and over towards Glave. Not shocking the boy at all as he had the same idea against him. Feeling the mana within him burn brightly. Glave saw that time itself had slowed down as he continued to sit upon the stool. Sighing. He stood up from his seat and walked over to the side, soon to turn to face Drake. But as soon as he got out of the wave of the table. Time ran free again and the wooden thing flew behind him and crashed into the grass. He couldn't tell if the darn thing had broke or not but he was focused on Drake for now.

Grabbing his sword and bringing it forward. He pointed it towards the floor. Once again, playing on the defensive side. He prefered to sit back and strike out only when he saw a perfect change. Plus, he had no close about the man's power. He had to find out how to beat him the hard way.
(Glave)
"Oh, look whose a little fast." Drake assumed that Glave would already be knocked out by the blow fromt he table. But apparently the boy was so fast that he was able to just up and move out of the way, already standing when Drake was standing. A eyebrow raised that the young boy was -that- fast. Nonetheless, Drake wouldnt waste much time in focusing on such, as his blade was already out, his new blade actually. Lucky for him, he had a new test subject to have his fun with.

"You may be mute, but Imma make you scream!" Drake saying only this as he'd already be charging right at you in blinks from left to right. eventually you'd soon feel his blade if he had anything to say about it.
(Drake Vanoli ll)
 "Somones got a bit of Fire in them. Wasnt exspecting all of that this time around...." Drake had to admit it, he actually built up a bit of a sweat. He didnt think the mute was actually that strong. Sure, he was a magi, and he held a pretty decent blade, but Drake was over 2 times his age, and he was still barely keeping up with him. Nonetheless, progress to come later, Drake was the man standing, and Glave was on the floor, and thats all that mattered.

"Oh I know you got one more left in you, come on, come and get it...." Drake already preparing to rush at you even faster than the last. If you thought the last one was fast, you hadnt seen nothing yet, his aggresiveness only to increase until you fell.
(Drake Vanoli ll)
The battle came to an abrupt start. Which started with him being blind. Frowning, he knew that he was battling an illusionist as his eyes were clouded by a veil. To which his it was soon released to see Drake releasing relentless attacks towards him. Deflecting some and blocking others. Glave knew it was going to be a tough battle from the start. To make it even worse. Glave knew that it wasn't going to get any easier from here.

Sparks flew as the both of them fought the other. It was only time where Drake was able to knock him onto the floor.

Looking up towards Drake. He couldn't help but smirk. Even though he made Drake bust a sweat. He knew that the man was holding back. Reaching behind him. He pushed off the ground as he threw all his weight into the air as he landed on his feet. Then he shoved a foot underneathe his sword so he could kick it up into his hand.

Turning to face Drake. He stood back once more. Finally getting a grip on how strong the man was. He was sure to take the man down this time
(Glave)
"Gotcha..." Drak eknew this would be another hard fought battle as the last one was as close as it was. Drake feeling like he was on the off fight, this could have been a downing for him. But actually on the contrary... Drake was fine after this fight. Sure, his armour and clothes as well as own flesh took a beating, but not as bad as the last fight in comparrison. As soona s Drake landed that stunning blow? he'd say the above, and unload an entire combo on you, sending you in a spiral to your demise. As soon as you would go down, Drake was already ontop of you, well-- his foot was.

"Well well well, you actually arent useless. Darren knows how to pick em, I like that." Him now with a staright back, but foot still over you. "So lets get this out of the way. I am your Boss. I'm sure you heard of me. throught he ladder no? I'm the man that controls this group and its ins and outs. While you are int his group you must be -working-. I send my group members on missions and what not and I have them report back to me. Being I need to get the numbers up with strong people like yourself, people like you have been priority." You now given chance to speak freely and what not. Well in glave's place-- well yea.
(Drake Vanoli ll)