--Dog Eat Dog World* [Open]

Grim smirked and nodded at the complement from hop, which Grim thought rarely Ezekiel has done too many riders. The confidence and ego that radiated off Ezekiel spoke volumes along with the skills to back that said air about Ezekiel; Grim couldn’t blame him. Especially when Ezekiel took to the air, it was truly a sight to see, such control, and grace rolled into one as he ended his grind with a very impressive display in the air. Grim couldn’t hope to do something as remarkable as Ezekiel’s style at his level, and if he did it would only end in failure and injuries, so Grim went with a 360 spin, where Grim brought his knees to his chest, after his disbar from the railing, and landed with a grunt and rode forward to caught up to Ezekiel entering a well-lit park.

“Everything if we have time. I’ve spent a great amount of time training myself off of my grandfather’s training regimen that was based off of riding without A-T’s and it’s only taken me up through the ranks and allowed me to become a D-rank rider without any traditional A-T basic training.” Grim replied, telling only a little part of his history, and his training. Grim didn’t want to get into the whole SHF taking his Grandfather down, or further into his past with his family, because it seemed it won’t interest Ezekiel one bit.

Once Ezekiel filled Grim in on his own upbringing, a smile spread across on Grim’s face of an kindred soul out there like him. ”Small world indeed, Small world indeed.” Grim shook his head in disbelief. Grim watched Ezekiel’s movements’ and tried to memorize the movements to his best of his abilities at this time. Thinking Ezekiel might want him to start on something like that, which would be easy enough to do the grinding on the park bench and leap off, but the swift moves of before, was out of the question at Grim’s level as it was now.

When Ezekiel replied with his answer Grim couldn’t help but smile and roll his eyes, and couldn’t fight the feeling that Ezekiel was growing on him. ”Than the basics,” Grim replied as his eeys shifted from Ezekiel to the next bench, which Grim took by storm. His moves to the bench was basic ride, but once he leaped onto the wood of the bench feeling that it would hold, he pushed off the back with a little more speed and power, and rode the wood to the top of the bench’s corner and held onto the end with one hand, the rest of his body staying straight into the air, Grim spread his legs open than closed like a acerbate, clown on top of a ball in the circus, and with a grunt Grim bent his elbow and pushed off into the air, again with no skills of control near as good as Ezekiel’s but good enough where Grim could land not that far from Ezekiel without getting hurt.

“I should have worded the request better. To have you teach me your style, and how you do it, no offence, would hold me back. Your style and road is your own. That would be like grading a fish on how well they can climb you know. One of these days I will find my own style and my own road to ride upon, but for now I’m good with the basics.”

Grim watched the other rider take off, much faster than Grim had himself on his own approach toward the bench he performed his own trick upon. While Ezekiel took the first bench, Grim watched and mauled over in his mind Ezekiel's words. He couldn't help but remember his Grandfahter's own words ripping him a new one about over thinking too much about his recent riding style. What Hop said was true, Grim thought too much about... everything; he just need to let his wings fly.

The silver haired young man watched Ezekiel soar off the last bench with little effort, and soared through the air, with such control. Ezekiel seemed to stay up in the boundless sky forever, with the moon casting the youth's shadow across the forest floor.

When Ezekie landed, and partically told Grim the unspoken creed of the Storm Riders', that only brought a smile to Grim's face, as he eyed the row of benches, and felt something Grim could only explain as the "Will of Storm Riders" as he applied pressure to the brakes, and acceleration burning wheels, adding the smell of Rubber to the forest ting. Grim's eyes were set with determination, letting up on the pressure on his brake, and soared forward toward the first bench about three feet turned and jumped straight up ontop of the bench grinding backwards, looking over his shoulder as the next bench coming up quickly, but unlike before Grim silence all thoughts in his head, Grim trusted his A-T's, his skills, and his body. They all trained equally hard blood, sweat, oil, and parts all went into Grim's training. Grim soared from one bench to the other feeling the air rush pass, sparks fly from the grinding, one bench turned to two, than three, than four more than Grim has ever grind before.

Grim lanuched himself off with everything he had with the muscles in his legs, cutting through the air, but this time instead of focusing on landing somewhere safe, he turned in the air like a blade, and landing a few ten, fifteen feet from where Ezekeil was standing. "how was that?" Grim asked his breath was coming in big huffs not from pushing himself so hard, but from the excitement of actually feeling the senstation of purily flying.

Grim watched Ezekiel started to fade into the shadows, hunted by his questions. Did Grim truly fill the joy of flying, did he enjoy every last second of the trip? Did he try his hardest? Grim’s eyes had drifted from where Ezekiel was once standing now, his presence an complete absent, the only remaining factor that Ezekiel was even still in the park was the sound of his motor’s humming. All, those questions Ezekiel asked Grim answered with a definite yes… all but the last one. It wasn’t his hardest, not by a long shot, from the start Grim has always held back on going full out, no matter what the event or occasion always telling himself, “This isn’t the time,” “There isn’t anyone here worth my time,” never pushing himself to his limits. “No more,” muttered to himself, Grim loosened his fist that had balled up without him even knowing, and eyed the next few benches, and took off with everything he had, with no thoughts of what trick’s he was going to do, no thoughts of getting injured, no thoughts of any kind. Grim just let it rip; whatever came out was it, grinding from one bench to the other, cleaning the next, rising and then falling across the wooden beams that supported the backs of people that sat at these benches. It didn’t matter one legged or both, or soaring across. Before Grim knew it he had ran out of benches and long since lost sight of Ezekiel.