One of the Men

[Red-Hood]

Commander Grayson deftly moved on his feet, swaying and moving, he parried imaginary attacks, following up with jabs and slices of his own. The way he moved was controlled, beautiful when. Grayson made the simple task of defense and offense appear to be a dance. A graceful dance of war that led to death. Red watched entranced by the seasoned warrior's movements. They way he expertly controlled himself on the field would be enough to easily demolish his opponet. The only person Red could think of that could best this man in combat with the sword alone would be his second teacher Ra's Al Ghul, the leader of the League of assassins. The man had hundreds of years to sharpen his skills with the sword, as well as other weapons and fighting styles. Making him a master the art of war. Watching his friend train with the Commander reminded him off his training sessions with the Demon's head, a name Ra's was also known by. The only difference is that they used real weapons, intensifying the long hours of training Ra's would force him into. He remembered making the walk back from the infirmary many nights covered in deep lacerations and bruises where Ra's so easily broke Red's defenses.  He would have only the night to recover from the day's grueling training before being forced once again to do the same thing over and over the next day. Along with priceless knowledge Ra's also left him with many scars as a reminder of his hardship. Despite the old warrior's rough demeanor he always held a calm attatuide. Correcting his mistakes in a loving fatherly way. Better then how Batman would treat him.

Thor tried his best to mimic Grayson's movements, but with what amazing power he has he definitely lacked in dexterity.

"What is the point of this silly dancing! I could have smashed your skull in a thousand times and be done already!" Thor yelled in frustration.

Red shook his head chuckling as he did so. 

"Looks like you don't have a partner to fight, you'll fight me then" Red turned to see Alex standing there with a determined look on his face. 

"Alex! There you are! Hey I'm sorr-"

"Shut up and fight me!" Alex yelled charging at Red. Bringing his sword up he easily blocked the attack. Looking at the sword Alex was using he gasped in suprise. The sword was real. This moment of pause showed Alex to take the advantage. He kicked Red in the stomach knocking him back. Once again he charged. Red side stepped the attack kicking Alex in the leg as he did so. Alex looked furious as he spun to face Red once more. He began chopping and slashing furiously .Red dodged and deflected the blows easily, some of them were a little to close for comfort.

"Alex you're using a real sword, don't make me hurt you"

"Shut up! You're not going to embarrass me again!" He cried as he ran at Red again. Red one again side stepped the attack. As he passed he grabbed the blade and twisted it downward. Red kicked Alex once again sending him over the hilt of the sword and lying flat on his back with a hard thump. Red threw the sword away just as Grayson ran over. 

"What the hell is going on over here?" He said looking at the pair. 

"He had a real sword sir, I had to disarm him." Red said pointing at the sword that lay a few feet away.

"What? How did he get one of those? We keep them locked up! You go back to the barracks and wait for me there" Grayson said kicking Alex lightly.

"This isn't over Red." Asked said running from the field. 

"Well that's not good" Red mumbled as he watched the blonde haired man flee.