Abaddon and Talimera

This is completely the writing of my friend.

"Come, little brother." Abaddon said, grabbing his brother's paw and leading him down toward the River Styx. "Let's go for a swim."

Talimera shook his head, pulling from Abaddon's grip. "Abaddon, we shouldn't just be relaxing in the river. We've got to get ready if we're going to take part in that tournament."

"Why do you think I was bringing you to the River Styx, instead of to the mortal world?" Abaddon asked. "We are going to get ready. There are plenty of damned souls we can pluck from the river and practice against. Unless, of course, my timid little Talimera has finally gotten over his fear of sparring with his older brother..."

Talimera scowled, extending a paw, his scythe materializing in a puff of crimson smoke. "I'm not afraid of sparring with you, big brother. And I'm going to prove it, right now!"

 

...

 

Abaddon snarled, his palm impacting the back of Talimera's paw with a resounding smack, the younger weasel dropping his scythe and attempting to shake the pain from his paw. "Damn it, little brother..." Abaddon muttered. "Look."

Talimera glanced up from his paw, his eyes focusing on Abaddon's paws. "What?"

Abaddon reached forward and grabbed Talimera's paw, guiding it to his chest. "Strike here." He said, pausing for a moment before moving his brother's paw lower, to his side. "Here." Another pause, then he guided Talimera's paw back up, to his jaw. "And here. Try to cluster your strikes around these three areas, rather than being flashy. You want to make sure your enemy cannot continue, and you will not get that result by impressing him!"

"I know that!" Talimera snapped, pulling his paw back and picking up his scythe. He cast the weapon into the air, dismissing it as it whirled back down. "I don't need your help!"

The next thing the younger Reaper felt was a fist connecting with his jaw. Abaddon pulled his paw back, rubbing his knuckles. "Calm down, Tal."

Talimera held his jaw, tears rimming his eyes as he glared up at his older brother. He wiped his eyes, getting to his feet and baring his fangs. He held out his paw, his claws glowing as he drew runes in the air. "Abaddon..."

"Talimera, don't." Abaddon warned him. "If you call that weapon up from the Depths, I'm not going to save you from it."

Talimera lunged forward, fists clenched. "Abaddon!"

Abaddon planted his hindpaws, holding his paws up, ready to intercept his brother's attack. "Talimera!"

The resulting explosion sent a wave of energy in all directions, launching several passing demons into the River Styx.

 

...

 

Talimera woke with his brother standing over him, smiling. "Sorry." The younger Reaper murmured, getting to his feet. "I guess I got a little carried away."

"It's okay." Abaddon said, wrapping an arm around his younger brother, pulling him into a headlock and mussing up his hair. "You're forgiven."