A Reason to Fight
Axel sighed and ran his hand over his face. After a long day in the labyrinth, the last thing he wanted was another confrontation. But, as he walked into the bar to relax, the first person he happened across was none other than his so-called 'rival'. The blue-haired dumbass seemed to have been waiting for him, all day probably.
Having dropped off his axe and armour at the inn, it should have been brazenly obvious that he was not going to be participating in any kind of battle in the near future.
"Oh, piss off, Simmons," Axel said as he tried to move around the loud-mouth and make his way to where some of his teammates were sitting, already enjoying a few well deserved drinks. "Not in the mood to deal with you right now."
But as Axel moved around the blatantly dejected Simmons, the blue-haired landsknecht surprised him by suddenly diving toward him, landing on the floor and wrapping his hands around Axel's ankle, physically pulling him to a stop.
Startled, Axel turned around to look down at him, his brow furrowed. "What the hell?"
"I said no!"
"How many times do I have to say it?!"
Simmons unexpectedly climbed up Axel's leg to wrap his arms around his waist, hanging off him still. The whole thing was so sudden that Axel flailed for a moment, wondering what the hell was going through that idiot's head.
In attempt to get him off of him and as far away from him as possible, Axel placed his hand on Simmons' head and pushed as hard as he could. "Get off of me, ya dumbass!"
"Not until we battle!" Simmons threatened.
"Learn to take no for an answer, you fuckwit," Axel hissed as he tried to push him away harder, lashing out with his leg to kick him in the ribs.
Momentarily winded, Simmons slackened his hold and Axel was finally able to get that blue-haired idiot away from him. But as he took a step back, an unexpected look of fierce determination appeared on Simmons' face as he snapped his head up to look at him.
His fatigue from spending the entire day fighting in the labyrinth meant that Axel's speed had dropped just enough for Simmons to get one over on him, unfortunately. Before Axel could wonder what kind of stunt the idiot was going to pull next, Simmons ducked down so that he was practically kneeling on the ground. Then, he pushed forward, his shoulder jutting into Axel's stomach. And then, startling everyone in the bar, Simmons grabbed Axel's legs and then flung the stunned redhead over his shoulder!
The whole bar went quiet and still.
"W-what the hell are you doing?!" Axel demanded, flailing, as Simmons began to carry him through the stunned patrons.
"You're going to battle me whether you like it or not," Simmons declared without any room for argument, keeping Axel balanced on his shoulder surprisingly easily.
"That is it, Simmons!" Axel yelled as he bristled with barely suppressed rage. If that dumbass wanted a fight, he was going to give him one. "I'm going to beat the living shit out of you now!"
"Do you want to borrow my sword?" Someone from the bar called out.
"I won't be needing a fucking sword!"