Pick up the Pace [Hamish]

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

When you give in, I beg for more.

It was hard to see. His eyes where blindfolded with a thick black clothing.
He couldn't move. Arms in a straitjacket to prevent him from hurting, or worst case of scenario; kill someone, by 'accident'.

They where terrified of him, he could sense it, wasn't too hard to pick out that vibe in the air, he was after all the person people feared after just one look at him. Could he really blame them? With his looks and attitude it wasn't hard to feel your legs tremble, especially not after he was really glaring at them, or they got a glimpse of what his powers where really about, and yet it wasn't anyone, not even Berwald himself, that knew really what he was capable of.

Shackled, it was hard to properly walk when someone was prodding you with something that Berwald guessed was a pipe from a gun at his back while trying to move forward, or whichever direction someone was calling to him, since no one really dared to touch him either. Maybe they thought mutantism was a transmitted disease? Berwald wished, so annoying people could leave him the fuck alone instead of bother him all the time. Yes, he was one of those, no, he didn't bite unless they where into that stuff. No, he would not show off his 'skills' for them just because they thought it was funny.. Annoying.

Not knowing where they took him, he just stumbled over something, but regained his balance in the last second as the straitjacket and blindfold was suddenly off him, and he was left there, standing up by his own accord. A door was closed behind him as well, a heavy one, and Berwald turned around to look at it. But he was too blinded by the sudden bright light to see anything, and he had to remove his glasses to rub his eyes for a while. Putting said glasses on, and tried to distinguish what was inside said room he had just been thrown into, suddenly without a warning.

Knowing very well why he was here, had been told so on forehand at least, kindly enough he guessed. Never really been into the arena before, just sparred with people without really getting intensive. But now.. They expected him to go all out on this, fight to hurt, to entertain. Sick, that was the only world he could think of. Why would he want to hurt someone of his own kind? One that could actually understand him, to amuse 'normal humans' as they called themselves. Didn't they have something else, more fun to attend? Some fancy cocktail party or a racing? Like Berwald cared, he just didn't want to hurt someone that didn't deserve it.

Going around inside said room and tried to see if it had anything fun, and of course it didn't. Just a plain room, a waiting room. Waiting for either his downfall or uprising.

Bothersome.

"This is suck a hassle." Berwald sighed for himself as he leaned against a wall, wondering why he was suddenly thrown into this when it hadn't even been spoken of before that he would enter the arena. Been here before he had, yet never really been inside to fight, use his fists or some kind of weapon before to hurt, to entertain with that.

Ears caching a sound, and his head looked towards the door as he saw someone else stumbling inside. Eyes going over said person that stepped inside, studying the stranger for afar. Not knowing what he might be capable of, what kind of person he was, or anything, so it was better to keep his distance so nothing bad happened before.
Never seen this stranger before, maybe heard his voice, as he could maybe distinguish it a bit at the other man spoke, but never really seen him before.

hesitating. Should he say something? Did one do something like that when they where up to soon beat the shit out of each other? Should he be quiet, trying to threaten him by just staring at him? Well, that might make him more angry, Berwald knew yet of what kind of powers he held either.. "You know what's going on out there?" Nodding towards the door that was on the opposite of the one they got inside thorough. Trying at least to strike a conversation to see what kind of person he was. And genuine curious and yet anxious on what awaited him behind that door.

jag kastar ut det sista av dig som finns kvar i mitt liv
jag kunde dö för dig, nu är du död för mig

[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 786

Tags: Berwald Oxenstierna

Using a blindfold was possibly something guards had thought of before to use in hopes of handicapping Hamish’s capabilities, his sight was believed to be what allowed him to known if shadows were present. All the blindfold did was rob the guards of any warning before shadows would come to life around them and striking with deathly precision at anything around them. The shadows seemed to know where to aim and strike at anything that angered the Scot making the guards the main target. Eyes turning black often worked as a warning for humans and mutants alike and the blindfold only hid these slight warning making the shadows a warning that is too late. Often not shared with others, the shadows call out to Hamish alerting him of their location as he feels them surrounding him and reaching into his mind. Only by removing the shadows could the powers be managed.

When guards locked the thin wrist together and tied the black cloth around his bottle green eyes they felt they could shove the mutant around. Moments after the first time this was attempted shadows unlocked the cuffs and the ginger yawned while removing his blindfold with no issue. Guards sounded alarms only to find the mutant delivered himself to the arena waiting for his match to begin. It was hard to say if he would have attacked if they tried to halt his actions.
Would this mutant ever kill humans? It was hard to say if he was as dangerous as they believed him to be.

Being led through the halls Hamish wished for the fight to be over before it started but it was hard to determine if he be kept waiting or not. Cries from the area told him that fights were still in action meaning he would be locked away forced to wait. Having to cut down another mutant was torturous enough but waiting for possibly hours to torture another was just cruel. Granting mutants a chance to get to know each other before being forced to attempt to kill each other for the amusement of the people who imprisoned. It was rare if word of a mutant hadn’t managed to reach Hamish ears; nine years of the underground he heard word of any mutant that arrived within a matter of moments. It was as if the other mutants worked as his servants reporting to the king the arrival of a new subject.

Led down the halls and into the room to wait for his match the guards shoved Hamish into the cell but mistakenly didn’t shut the metal door as quick as they ought to. Spinning on his heel a foot collided with the guard’s side knocking them away. The door was slammed in his face as the guard collapsed upon themselves in pain at the kick delivered.

Taking notice of the man trapped along side of him green eyes seemed to study his body trying to notice anything that would give away his power and give him an idea of the threat level. Blonde hair, glasses, built similar to Mathias. Strength. It had to be something about his strength meaning it was best to keep distance during the fight. If he was wrong keep his distance could be his downfall. With shadows he preferred to fight at a distance but able to form swords or even armor the ginger was able to use close combat when it benefited him.

A soft voice reminded him that he wasn’t alone anymore. “Appears we ur th' closer match. Whoever is oot thare is getting th' crowd rialed up sae thay watch us tear intae ilk ither.” Moving closer Hamish ran fingers through the blonde hair before giving it a tug and breathing against the shell of his ear. “A'm sure ye'r lik' tae dae that a different wey than whit they're taking aboot.” The ginger was known for being a tease but this also would give him an idea of what the hulking man was like. There were some mutants would try to tear him into piece for that and others who would blush, among the few left some would take it as an invitation.
Why wait for a reply? Hamish was having fun and his thin fingers could trail over the muscles and see how strong this mutant could be. If he successfully riled them up this match might not be what the humans expected, maybe it would become a flashy dance of dominance. Not that those humans would mind seeing such acts preformed against each other. It might be more something their taste instead of watching mutants bleed and try to kill each other all day. Why not add a spice to the arena?

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[Berwald Oxenstierna]

When you give in, I beg for more.

The first thing Berwald noticed about the guy that had been thrown into the cell together with him was that he was tall, maybe as tall, or slightly taller than him. Luckily he didn't have a length complex, rather relieved that there was finally someone that was taller than him, so he didn't have to feel like a giant all the time. Red hair, green eyes, a ginger. What took him by surprise was how thin he was, despite his height he was so.. Thin. Berwald was muscular, having a well-toned body, mostly thanks to his power and the fact that he liked to train, but this one looked like he could use a decent meal anytime soon.

Not too found either that he had hurt the guards, he wanted to tell him to take it easy and not hurt other living beings, yet he decided to be silent. One might never know what the other mutant might do or act in cases like this, Berwald didn't exactly feel like getting in a fight before they actually had to fight against each other.. That thought made him sad as well, he didn't want to fight or hurt anyone for that matter either. But what the other did made him freeze on his spot when he was touching him so.. Freely and in a way that Berwald did not want to be touched by someone he might have to beat into a bloody pulp, or someone that would try to kill him in a few minutes. Biting his lower lip as he threw him a glance with his sharp eyes, telling him to calm down before something bad would happen, even if he didn't necessarily meant to threaten him. It was hard to not give in when he was pushing points that was weak to him, almost as if he knew how to rile him up, in a way that was not appropriate before a battle. "Oh?" He began, feeling how he had a clue what the other was going on about when he was being so lewd about it, yet he would try to act innocent, maybe that would score him something. "What did you have in mind?"

The accent the other held, he knew where it was from, it was Scottish, not too hard to recognise, not a wonder he was a ginger then. Berwald had always held a small liking to that accent, even if he would not admit it right out now, not to one that was to be called 'enemy for the day' or if this fight went in the wrong way, 'enemy' for short. Eyes observing the ginger as he felt the finger against his muscles, and yet he did nothing to move out of the way or shrug him off, letting him have the little fun he wanted without changing the expression he had on his face at all. He simply rose his hand to push the glasses further up on his nose to see him better, a quick look down on the fingers before meeting the green eyes of the other. Doing nothing to flex or give off just how strong he was; Berwald wanted some kind of advantage for the game, and he would pretend to just be a normal mutant that liked to work out instead as he just rose an eyebrow, expression still haven't changed. "Like what you see and feel?" Since he seemed rather caught up in feeling him in some way or another, he had been doing that since he was pushed inside. No clue what was going on with him, but he was cautious, just in case.

[Hamish A. Stuart]

Word Count: 564

Tags: Berwald Oxenstierna

Harming guards didn’t give any thrill to Hamish as some might think as he often aimed a click or a punch at the men whenever given the chance but in the end Hamish simply wished to cause them pain as they often had done for him. His body was always without marks making it appear that other than lacking weight as if he never was fed there was no other sign that he had been punished. Standing at such a height and weighing little to nothing made the powerful mutant appear as though he was bait and never able to earn a meal from his fights. This was untrue as Hamish didn’t struggle to win most matches leaving his enemy devastated, often the other left with little harm but in cases where they put up a fight they often were dragged away sliced up as if Hamish was attempting to carve a design into their flesh to make them as his prey. Battles didn’t give any thrill but instead gave him away to let his anger out for how he was treated and judge from the humans that sat back watching his every move. Who ever had to face him suffered instead of those who had caused him to become such a being of rage and hatred. It was almost impossible for Hamish to make the guards suffer without finding himself punished or threatened to be executed for his actions.

Sharp eyes that seemed to almost be a threat but it didn’t cause Hamish’s hands to back out of their exploration of the massive muscles. The thin fingers worked over every inch massaging and teasing the skin as if to get a real reaction other than a glance telling him to stop. Hamish l gave a nip to Berwald’s jaw before moving back to his ear. Taking the flesh between his teeth he gave soft nips while he whispered his answer. “Ye dinnae hae a face o' someone innocent. Ah dinnae hawp ye dinnae wish tae titch those aroond ye.” Voicing innocence just didn’t seem to fit the large mutant that had been allowing him to feel him over without telling him to stop or even pushing his body away. It didn’t seem that his actions were much of a bother to this large man.

There was some different to how the other talked but Hamish couldn’t put his finger on it at all. Living among the other mutants he only heard accents and such that were already in the mix and it depended if the mutant knew where they came from. Hamish’s accent was thick compared to most but he enjoyed hearing the soft different ways people spoke. It was as if they still held onto their culture even if they spoke English and were forced to me slaved to the humans. Pulling away from the ears he dragged his teeth lightly over the flesh before whispering one more, “Yer eyes ur ferr bonnie ye ken?” Teaching lower his hand ran up along Berwald’s thighs painfully slow trying to draw a reaction from him with these actions. Looking over his face Hamish began to wonder again what power was hidden by this man. It was safe to say by his size he had to be strong as he was well fed and seemed to be in good enough shape. “Whit kin ye dae?”

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[Berwald Oxenstierna]

When you give in, I beg for more.

Berwald was not the one that liked close-contact and talking too much, especially when he was supposed to fight said person until either fainted, couldn't move because too much damage, or until someone just simply gave up. Or in worst case of scenario; death. But it was hard to ignore this foolish Scott when he was touching him all-over, in spots that both of the men surely knew that it would make any man react, playing for that team or not.

Still keeping up with his cold eyes and harsh glare at him, but not moving out of the way, letting him do as he pleased, his face would still not change to show either pain or pleasure to his teasing, the man had not earned it, maybe yet. Even if his words where tempting, to either be like slutty whores, selling their bodies out as they tried to fuck each other on the arena, a battle of dominance in a different way the arena was probably used to. Would it be liked, hated? And yet Berwald still had time to decide, even if he didn't know if he should trust the other that he would keep to his words or not, maybe it was just a trick to fool Berwald into thinking something along those lines, and then stab him in the back when he wasn't prepared?

"I know I don't look innocent, but who says that I'm not?" A flash of a new emotion was seen briefly on his eyes, if you looked closely and knew where to look, as he shivered lightly when it was his ear that was being teased now instead, fists clenching tightly, leaving small marks from his nails that dug into his skin. "I touch those I desire to, not just because they happen to feel me up and want something out of it." Voice getting a lower tone, daring him to do much more and he would not be too happy about it, and definitely not hold back, to try everything in the arena to stop the other, or at least harm him for even consider, trying something naughty.

Yet he stopped in his tracks by the other's comment about his eyes, and the fact that his touch felt better than they should.. His tensing softened up a bit, yet he was still on his guard, as if he was prepared for anything at any time right there. "Thanks?" He tried, a bit confused, not knowing at all how to respond to a compliment, yet he was too polite and well-raised to just push it aside and ignore it, even if he would rather do that. And yet the Swede was slowly getting tired of the other teasing him, and Berwald just standing there, looking like a fool and quite clueless on what he was really doing, or thinking at all.

Taking a hold of the other's shirt, pulling him in close so they where on the same level, happy that he wasn't tall compared to the other, as he could look him right into the eyes without looking down on him. Lips being awfully close, breaths ghosting over said lips as his glare got even harder, yet held something seductive behind them. "Make you bend and make sure you stay that way." Voice cold, and it was deeper than it usually was, wanting to see what kind of reaction he could draw out from the Scott, and if he would even be tempted to continue his teasing after that. Berwald tilted his head slightly, nose brushing against the cheek as he let his head dip down a bit so lips and teeth could brush over the redheads neck, putting some pressure on it so his teeth was slowly dragging over the pale skin, briefly, before he took it up again, gaze a bit softer, if it was possible. "You are not dominating me."

And then the door opened up to the arena, a smirk visible on the Swede's lips as he let go of the Scott, walking out from the room, blinded first by the lights, his eyes taking even longer time to adjust than most people or mutants had, thanks to his bad sight. He had just agreed that they could have a battle of dominance, rather than a fight for blood, of the other dared, and was prepared that he might lose.

[Hamish A. Stuart]

Most seemed to want to keep their distance and not wanting to trust those around them as it wasn’t heard of mutants betraying each other. Of the mutants that had given into the system there didn’t seem any that weren’t willing to report a fellow mutant if they believed it would gain them a reward from the humans. There were more mutants that were willing to do anything that might earn them a pet or even a piece of bread, it showed how hard it was to trust anyone in the world. Even knowing that a mutant could hardly be trusted Hamish still seemed to enjoy invading personal space and even teasing the other mutants. There wasn’t any reason for his shadows to come crawling forward to cut down this large man when they didn’t seem to be threatening him yet.

Noticing the cold glare made Hamish almost debate stopping for a moment not sure if the other would launch an attack when they were so close.
How odd it was for someone to allow themselves to be touched to romantically and yet not react in a positive fashion, or react at all. It seemed long ago Hamish stopped caring how he was to show off to the crowd since he never once thought of them wanting him for themselves. Everyone in the crowd would probably keep him locked away and only be kind enough to remove him when they had a scheduled fight against another mutant. Never more than that would they dare to let him out. After all Hamish was dangerous, he was a monster.

Giving a hum Hamish could understand, “Then simply tell me tae halt.” Staying at the ear he gave it a soft nip and played with the flesh between his teeth before releasing it. “Whin it comes tae men ah'ament a' that picky anymair. A'm tae auld tae be picky wi' th' young mutants often bein' bought or terrified o' allowing me tae titch thaim.” Grabbing the man’s hand he carefully pressed his lips against the skin trying to sooth it as dull nails bite into the skin. There was little fear in Hamish when it came to someone harming him, he learned not to fear the beating guards gave him long ago. Soon the guards would give up on him as he made it to the age of twenty-seven and never seemed to give into them. If this mutant decided to throw him about Hamish would fight back but not find himself afraid of death or even afraid of being scarred with the powers that would be used against him. Why would he even bother to cower? If this man wished to end him before the battle began he would probably find himself in a doomed position so there was no reason to be frightened of something you are unable to control.

Moving the glasses away Hamish pressed his thin lips above each of the eyes give a gentle kiss to the beautiful orbs. It seemed that he wasn’t going to get any sort of reaction causing a small pout to come to his thin face.

Within moment the pouting lips were curling into a grin showing how excitement at the words finally voicing back something that wasn’t innocence or confusion. There was a flush to his face at the words. A needy whimper came feeling the teeth against his neck as his body shivered a bit. “Ah wouldn't dream o' it. Ah lik' bein' dominated,” he felt a bit out of breath just from the words of the built mutant.

Seeing the light Hamish groaned and walked out squinting at the blinding light that he was about to enter. Taking a deep breath he following out into the arena knowing that soon this would begin a new battle.

Winking at the Swede Hamish blew a kiss sending his shadows out toward the large man. Two spikes headed toward the man only to morph into hands, one stroked at the pale skin while the other grabbed a handful of fabric ripping it off the man. “Oops,” Hamish chuckled watching the large men that he would battle in his own way.

dark as the shadows in which you dwell

by worldie for dee

word count: 697
tags: Berwald Oxenstierna
notes: I'm really sorry this took me so long but it's done!

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

When you give in, I beg for more.

This was so weird to the tall, muscular mutant. He wasn't prepared for others to be so.. Close to him. Most just kept their distance and held it that way until the fought, with the occasional touch when someone tried to push him up against a wall as they tried to overpower him, and had the tables turning faster than they could blink.

No one dominated or tried to show themselves stronger than him, no one. He was strength himself, he could accept people overpowering him with their own individual powers, but not in sheer strength, never.

So when he felt himself being so weak when the Scottish man dared to play with his ear, using his teeth on it and he had to stiffen himself up to not let the other get a reaction from him. Maybe he was being too easy in these kind of sense, but the young mutant liked when things got down and dirty, maybe because it was one of the few fun things you could do while you were being locked up in a boring cell without much to do between your fights, when not even books were allowed in there at all times.

His words didn't make sense to him, not picky? He had a hard time understanding what he was saying thanks to the thick accent he was not used to. Maybe they were both similar in that way, having an accent that made it hard for others to understand them, even if they understood others perfectly fine, it was a nice balance. "So you just fuck whomever you can that offers themselves to you?" A slight face of disgust, that sounded like someone who was too loose for his own good, really, and shouldn't really go for anyone. To dull the pain of being here, a way to pass the time? Or was he like the Sweden, liking the activity too much to really say no to it? "I don't know if that is sad or pathetic."

Berwald was picky, he didn't just take whomever that pushed their dick against him or bended over, he had a bit of class, even if the Scottish man in front of him was attractive, that didn't mean he would get down and dirty with him in seconds.

The mutant were special, was he trying to rile him up in a different way before a game than Berwald were used to? And yet he didn't do anything or push him away, simply observing him while he did those weird things that was more like a token of affection.. For what? But he did tense up when his glasses were removed, standing there, prepared to fight in case he needed to, and took them back quickly once he was done to put them back where they belonged. He hated to be without his vision, it was one of his weaknesses, but like he would admit that out in the open.

Strangely, the noises, his words, and how he was acting did excite the Swede for a bit there, and he felt himself being drawn more to him, and his face showed that yes, he was dominant and the other better go by those rules, or else he was in for a not too nice surprise. "I'll make you obey me and beg by the end of it." A husky voice filled with promises and threats, and Hamish could either take it seriously or laugh at his vain attempts of being the dominant, scary mutant he apparently were born to be.

A bit disappointed (why?) as the doors suddenly opened, and they cold walk into the arena. The sand was nice under his feet, it would make it more difficult to get a proper grip with his feet, but it would have to do, he had to make the best out of the situation.

But he was not prepared for the shadows, the hands, to come at him, as he was about to grip them, but he stood there, passive, to see what it would do, and he grunted, not really showing anything negative when his shirt was being off, even if he hated to show his scarred body to the world. And yet he had muscles enough to compensate for that, his body was trained into perfection, with the muscles he knew most "humans" yearned for, and he had them, for free, and it was his curse.

"Having fun?" Crossing his arms, as he took a step forward, eyes getting more serious, as he was tempted to take his glasses off.. Maybe it was for the better? As he took a few steps to the right, taking off them, his vision very much blurred, but he could see the silhouettes around him, and placed them on a safe spot, and retook his position.

And as on his signal, the alarm went off, signalling that the battle had begun, and Berwald had completely missed the little speech about them beforehand.

He was at loss on how to fight this one, he needed to get close, but the shadows would be hard to beat. He was a long ranger, opposite to himself. And yet despite his lack of vision, his heavy body, he moved unusually smooth and light as he hurried up to stand in front of him, stopping there, and looked at him, hands on his hip and he threw him up and then down on the sand underneath them, and was fast to go down and sit in his hips, straddling him down, hopefully grabbing his arms and not some weird shadows to pin him down. "Is this the kind of fight you want?" He would gladly give it to him then.

[Hamish A. Stuart]

Hearing the words against him the insult to them as though he was truly meaning he would give anyone a chance to touch him. Humans had never been allowed to touch him, mutants were all equal; well equal to a certain degree. If one willingly gave in to the humans, using their curse to harm those trapped in this hell he couldn’t continue to call them equals. No, those mutants were worse than the humans that kept him locked away as though he were a dangerous beast kept in a zoo for humans to mock. Berwald seemed far from the type that would dare to turn against him, not one that would lick the boot of the guards as though his dignity was worth a few extra crumbs of food. Well fed, Berwald was clearly well fed but it seemed lightly from winning the arena matches, why beg if you simply earned your food? “Na, a'm far fae that desparate. It does pass th' time weel 'n' a've hud interesting roommates.” Running his finger over Berwald’s cheek he gave a smirk, “Beats pouting in a cell doesn't it?”

Stepping into the sand he could feel the warmth coming over him, melting away any stiffness caused by being in the frozen room. Once both mutants were in view it seemed the announcer began to speak on them abilities but Hamish hadn’t paid any attention. He was far too busy stripping the mutant of his shirt causing the crowd to cheer. Giving a whistle he showed he had to agree, Berwald was a sight worth seeing. His frail appearing body was lacking in comparison, had he waited to remove his clothing before the urge was gone now in fear of earning a look of disgust, or worse… pity.

As the fight began Hamish found himself amused at the quick movements of the Swede but even more so that the man had already moved to pin him, to dominate him. Stepping closer he draped his body over the large male, his hand cupping the blonde’s cheek turning him so their eyes would meet. The shadows melted away from under him moving wrap around his arms and force them backwards, ripping at them to force them from behind the strong mutant. “Mah, mah someone is ready tae tak' me. Yer hunting a fox nae a meek moose.”

Thin fingers began to run over Berwald, feeling his body and pulling him closer. Leaning forward his teeth grazed the ear of the oversized mutant once more. Soon he would force the mutant to give in, his arms would be bond behind his back and he would feel Hamish’s touch all over his body. Did he want to dominate the male or did he wish to be dominated? At the moment he desired to show he could dominate but in the end he hadn’t decided if he would give in, if he would beg and obey.

dark as the shadows in which you dwell

by worldie for dee

word count: 489
tags: Berwald Oxenstierna
notes: Ber is going to get fucked

[Berwald Oxenstierna]

When you give in, I beg for more.

Ah, the other was surely something else to fight, Berwald had never encountered something alike this, ever. Maybe in the room, the fight for whom would take who, and which one that would be sore in the morning. If it just were about brutal strength, Berwald would be the one to win... but when it came to powers, he was inferior if they had some wicked power. Like Hamish here, he was controlling something that were always around them, something you couldn't easily avoid.. And even when he thought he had the upper hand, Hamish could easily turn t hat around.

How did you win against that? Bright light from every direction? Broke his neck? No, Berwald would harm, but never kill another mutant, nor human being. A broken bone or arm maybe, especially a broken arm would make it difficult for Hamish to move properly.. But did he want to inflict such pain to another mutant? Maybe if the fight went as he wanted, maybe, but even then he wasn't so sure.

He stared down at the other mutant with a cold glare, definitely sort of, but not really, prepared for the shadows to hold his arms. Maybe he could have easily broken out from there, but he liked to give this mutant a slim imagination of hope that he was strong.

"What are you even trying to do with all of this." It wasn't even a question, more of a statement, that he didn't even accept anything to be answered with, he was already half-naked, i front of a lot of people while another mutant was feeling him up. He didn't want to admit it, but it felt.. Rather nice. The warm touch against his colder skin thanks to the exposure of the coldness around them.. As he held back a shiver, but he was quite sure that Hamish saw it, or at least felt it.

"And yet foxes are only sly, not strong. " He kindly pointed out and took a step forward towards the other mutant, still keeping his firm eyes upon Hamish as he was trying to stare him down with his gaze. Ah, how the other was teasing, as he had to bite down on his tongue to be quiet when he was teasing his ear like that. "What would you even be without your shadows?" And yet he was pretty sure Hamish could be manipulative, and a lot...

hmm...

Smirking for himself, glad that the arena was made out of sand, as he got an idea. Kicking the sand harshly towards the other mutant so sand and dust twirled around his face, and as the other lost his concentration for a moment, Berwald used sheer strength to break free from the shadows, and he twirled around the other to tug at his arm, while stepping aside as well for a moment, hoping that the other would fall to the ground, and in case he did, he could easily pin him down on the ground instead. His strength were always a big advantage, his size as well, when it came to forcing something upon someone, or pinning people down..Even throwing them away.