Night in the Training Room

Khaled laid up in a niche he found near the roof. It was a bit high up and hard to get to. He just preferred the chance he got to he alone and think here. The door opened. So he rolled onto his back and peered from his hiding place, for a better look.

He watched as Darius entered. Most likely for some night training. Khaled kicked out from the space to fall towards the ground. Right before his face could smash into the ground he turned into a sandstorm. Moving to reform right behind Darius. He could hear Darius mention something about the baboon. Must meant the one Khaled ate earlier.

A wicked smile broke out as Khaled leaned closer. He whispered softly into Darius's left ear from behind. "If you're not careful. Exposing yourself like this. I can eat you up next." He shouldn't be one to talk. Khaled was bare chested in baggie cotton pants, wearing nothing else really. Shoes not being needed in the house. His body and scars covered in a light film of sand.

"No, sorry. I got a bit bored. I did not mean to startle you." Khaled's smile grew softer. It would not help to scare the guy away permanently. Besides he was here to make friends and learn. He already bombed the first impression part. "If you like I could help you train? I'll try not to do something frightening."

Khaled reached into the Duat and slowly pulled out his bag. An egyptian cotton carrier bag he often slung over his right shoulder. "Would you like to fight a monster or spar with me? If you like. I can also leave if I am bothering you."

Khaled looked incredulous. He made sure to introduce himself earlier. Maybe he just did not hear him. "Khaled. Like Ha with some flem over the h and lead." He did not bother to ask Darius for his name, seeing as he payed attention enough earlier, to actually remember it.

Khaled took out his staff and wand. He felt his familiar tingle as he started writing the blood red hieroglyphs. "Suh-Man" Khaled put a little more force than usual, trying to show of. Smoke poured out of the wound collecting on the ground below it. When the smoke stopped coming out of the room. A 12 foot red snake was coiled on the ground, it's glowing yellow eyes looking from initiate to initiate.

"Is this a good enough monster?"

Khaled decided to sit back and watch. Luckily for him snakes where creatures of chaos. Set being the god of chaos had some pull with the creatures. So they never actually bothered him. Once in his slave years a Bushmaster bit a bully in his encampment, the kid died, and the masters killed the snake. Khaled felt like the snake did it for him.

As he watched Darius hurl chunks of earth from inside the building. Khaled figured out the god he followed. He followed the path of Jeb. The earth god. If not using earth elemental magic in concrete would be a miraculous feet.

"You have spunk. I like spunk." Khaled smiled at the only other person in the room. When he noticed the wink he laughed. A feeling he has not felt in a long time surfaced. He was feeling happy for once. "For a follower of Jeb you are not too Shabby."

He took out his Khopesh and wand from his bag. "If you care to dance. I will be your opponent next." Khaled believed he saw a bit of sweat on the earth mage, making him lick his lips. "Quiero lamer ese sudor de ti, y hacerte cosas que harían que una Nun se desmayara." He said aloud in an afterthought. "Ready when you are!"

Khaled felt the earth tremble beneath him. Like his stomach on Chipotle night, it was disconcerting. He planted his staff in the ground and tried to volt like they do in the Olympics. "Suh-Man" Khaled tried summoning in mid air. Only for a piece of toast to appear from the smoke. "Come on. Toast Really! It doesn't even look buttered."

Instead he threw his wand like a boomerang.

Khaled laughed when he heard the offhanded comment. The surprise was when the ropes wrapped around him. "I can normally really get into this kind of play. I would just prefer for you to treat me to dinner first. Then I could call you anything you like"

Khaled focused before going into sandstorm mode. Releasing himself from the ropes. He swirled around Darius's barrier. Weakening it until he gained an entrance. Reforming himself with his chest behind Darius. Almost on top of his back. Whispering "nueima, ladayh alghanimata. ldhlk 'ant." He was shocked when he realized he was not speaking English. "I did not know I could say that."

Darius rolled his eyes and looked at Khaled. The ropes was just something that he thought of. "Shut up! This is a battle not time for you to try and hit on me." He teased, trying not to smile.

Darius looked around for Khaled and hoped that he didn't breach the barrier that was keeping the follower of Set at bay. He quickly turned around to look at Khaled. "...Oh? I doubt that, but okay. Whatever you say." He pushed him out of his circle. "أنت لست سميكة" He smirked and went over to sit on the bench. He needed to take a breather. "It was a draw."

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Khaled winced before smirking. "ربما ليس بقدر ما في الظهر. ولكن بالتأكيد في الجبهة." He added as an afterthought "It is always a good time to hit on you. Just don't let me use a paddle."

His body started to feel the effects of the shiftings and summonings of the day. He was sweaty and covered in a lot of sand. He could feel the chaffing in his pants.He teased Darius a bit "I will be happy to say it was a tie for you. Even if I won. I will catch you later I need a shower."

Khaled stood and walked back towards the exit. Shaking sand out as he walked.

Khaled stopped. Shaking the sand from his hair. "Sure, I like dinner. I am still kind of full. So I am guessing not tonight. If you like I know this great place that has some decent Greek food. I like to be a little international. I would also like it if you count it as a date. Você delicioso lanche de chocolate."