The White King

A Simple Workout

Schwarz lunges forward, covering the short distance between the two and punching towards Donn's head.

Not that the fox pan had any trouble ducking his head to the side to evade the incoming fist.

Schwarz doesn't stop there, however. A single moment of freedom would likely end the fight.

Planting a foot behind Donn's leg, Schwarz continues charging forward.

Donn's deflection bites him back as the outstretched limb slams into him, forcing him to move back and trip over Schwarz's leg.

The combo wasn't flawless, however, and Donn manages to land in a roll.

Directly towards the river.

"Oh hell no," Schwarz declares, launching himself into the air.

Gravity takes hold of him, pulling him down between Donn and the body of water.

Not that it seemed to matter to the fox pan's strategy, as he simply uses his momentum to roll to his feet.

And then turn invisible.

Oh god dammit.

Schwarz looks around, noting that there was no visual sign of his presence.

But basic biology required light to hit your eyes in order to see.

So he's actually worse off than me, Schwarz acknowledges, examining the ground. Soaked dirt didn't exactly resist footfalls.

Splash.

Ugh... he groans, turning towards the sound.

A total of three footprints existed between where Donn was and the water, the middle one facing backwards.

He was taunting him.

Schwarz lazily spins around to face the water, already knowing what he'd see.

Donn standing atop the river while completely drenched.

He claps his hands together, the river writhing around him within seconds.

"Let the fun begin."

Schwarz can barely back away from the complete redirection of the river.

It wasn't even a torrent like before... It was a god damn tsunami.

Schwarz leaps into the air, avoiding the initial wave, but the smirk on Donn's face was all the warning he needed that this wasn't finished.

That warning loosely translated to 'move very far away or lose instantly.'

Keeping that in mind, Schwarz conjures a platform beside him with his soul. It wasn't exactly invisible, but it was close enough while bathed in that ever-present white glow.

Since he couldn't see it, Donn couldn't prepare for Schwarz suddenly changing from moving up to blitzing directly towards him.

Using the opportunity to get Donn away from the water, Schwarz wraps his arms around his waist and tackles the fox pan onto the bank.

Their impact with the ground threw Schwarz off of him, but he manages to keep track of where a conspicuous orange blob flies off to.

That becomes helpful when- the instant they both roll to a stop- Donn becomes cloaked yet again.

Cheesy prick, Schwarz groans, pulling himself to his feet. The ground wasn't wet on this side of the river, so he couldn't even use the increased distance from the actual water.

Schwarz, now standing, dives towards where Donn was, but comes out with only empty air.

That was to be expected, of course. Donn was, if nothing else, a cunning bastard.

Schwarz pull himself to his feet. If nothing else, he'd at least be ready for Donn's next attack.

He is then thrown back when the fox pan's leg crashes into his stomach.

For the love of-

His thought, and his flying tumble, is interrupted when Schwarz' spine flattens itself upon Donn's knee.

Silenced from the blow, Schwarz couldn't even express his pain as he crumbles to the cold, unfeeling earth.

Donn was standing above him- Schwarz could tell- but there was nothing he could do. Even with his healing, there was no way to counteract the shock of that.

At least, not before Donn would have plenty of time to hit him again.

Schwarz tenses his body, preparing for the next strike.

But it doesn't come.

"Donn...?" he prompts, searching the area for the invisible combatant.

No response.

Hm...

Schwarz sits up, still unsure of the pan's location, but with an idea in mind.

He sniffs.

That would probably be pretty pointless if not for a pair of important facts: Schwarz was a canine Pan and Donn was wet.

Have you ever dealt with wet fur? It smells terrible.

Dogs may have evolved to ignore it for the most part, but they definitely notice.

Speaking of...

Schwarz sweeps his arm to the right, his hand latching onto a recoiling leg.

Escape wasn't going to be that easy.

Schwarz, using his comparatively ridiculous strength (and a bit of nature magic- sh!), hauls him into the air by his leg.

And then slams him directly into the ground.

"Done?" Schwarz asks, squeezing the man's ankle as evidence that he could flatten him again.

Returning to the realm of the living, Donn shrugs. "For now, I guess. I mean, it's not like I can teleport," he says, a smile growing over his face.

Schwarz could only groan in reply.