Nearly a week had gone by since the Romanian troops had overrun the Volturi's headquarters and sent them running for their lives, and yet Razvan couldn't seem to relish in the accomplishment. Though he'd done his part as far as the fighting was concerned, and fought damn well in his opinion, the fact that Leo had gotten the head guard position was pissing him off above all else. Damn bastard's only been around for two years, he noted mentally as he angrily paced the hallway near his 'quarters'. The room assignments hadn't been given out yet and, as a result, all the guards were on the main floor right now. How the hell is it that he manages to get promoted above me, when I've been a willing servant to the cause for 30 years? Utter and complete bullshit is how. That spot should have been mine.

Growing angrier by the minute, Raz knew that he seriously needed to release some of his pent-up frustration before he ended up killing someone. It was never good for anyone to stuff their emotions but, when it came to him doing it, people tended to lose body parts if they were around when he finally exploded. Hell, the last guard who'd gotten just the slightest bit too close had lost his head until he managed to reattach it. Luckily the brothers weren't too hard on me for that one. Somehow though, I don't think they'll be as lenient should it happen again. Turning around in a flash, he extended his arm so quickly that the motion was a blur. As his fist connected with the stone wall making up the sides of the corridor, it actually surprised him that his fist seemed to cut through the hard rock like a knife through butter.

As a cloud of dust and rock fragments flew up around the center of impact, Razvan grinned maliciously at the thought of the wall being Leo's head. "God how I wish that I could just beat the living shit out of him," he muttered as he withdrew his fist from the newly created hole in the wall. "To finally put him in his place sounds pretty nice right about now. Lord knows he already thinks that he's better than everyone else and now he's got bragging rights to 'prove it'? Well both he and his ego can both kiss my ass." Hearing footsteps coming up the far bend in the hallway, Raz turned in the general direction to as to see whoever was approaching the moment that they turned the corner. "Who's there?" he asked in a low growl, his tone making it clear that he was not in the mood for any kind of company one bit. "I'd suggest you either name or show yourself before I rip your head off."

It was clear to anyone with a pair of eyes that Raz was in no mood to joke or mess around. The firm set of his jaw and the rage in his eyes, not to mention the scowl on his face, made it quite obvious that he was in one of his foulest moods as an immortal too date. Though he'd been quite the prick when angry as a human, he'd never have been able to even begin to fathom the intense hatred that he was currently experiencing. Along with all the positive things that had come with being turned, there were definitely the negatives as well. Unfortunately for him, being in an almost constant bad mood was one of them.

Stupid freaking anger problems, he said silently, wondering how he would have turned out had he been one of those happy-go-lucky guys as a mortal. Probably would've been freakishly dull with a ton of friends. Maybe being an angry son-of-a-bitch wasn't such a bad thing after all. Hell, it's certainly made me or interesting and I'm perfectly okay with being alone so it works. Forced out of his silent reverie by the sound of approaching footsteps, his eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out just who was coming. Unable to tell by the audible noises alone, he let out a warning comment what wasn't polite in the slightest. After all, why the need to be nice when he had nothing to fear.

However, Razvan immediately went on the defensive the very moment he caught the approaching vampire's scent as it wafted out of the overhead vent. Leo, he thought with a mental snarl. Come to throw his newly given title in my face? I haven't really seen him since he was awarded it so i have a feeling that he's going to want to tell me 'all about it'. Biting back the low hiss that was desperately seeking release from inside the pit of his stomach as he knew that it would only make things even more tense between the two of them, Raz forced himself out of the lower stance he'd taken out of precaution only a couple seconds before.

Though he would never admit it to anyone, not even liking to admit it to himself, Raz was both intrigued and a little wary of fighting Leo. The other vampire had been trained in so many different forms of fighting that he usually was able to focus his attacks based on what would be the most effective move for taking enemies down. It was for that reason,and that reason alone, that he even tolerated the other immortal's presence around him. He had no intention of letting Leo know that he felt the need to be wary when in the other immortal's presence, no matter what the risks of being arrogant might include. He'd never been one to do well with authority and this was no exception in that department.

Pulling his lips back slightly to show his perfect gleaming white teeth, Razvan allowed a low growl to escape his throat as he heard Leo's comment towards him. The two had never really been on friendly terms and the fact that Leo'd gotten the promotion he'd been striving for had only served to but a bigger block up on the road to a slim possibility of them ever being friends. "Try?" he sneered back, voicing the single word as an entire question rather than a simple statement. "You should know by now that there is no such word in my vocabulary. I've never tried in my life; only succeeded. You might have a go at that yourself sometime, as it might do you some good in the future."

After realizing that getting angry would really do him no good in a situation such as this one, as he usually reserved the rage he harbored for fights and the like, Razvan took a moment to mentally calm himself. He'd learned rather early on that any type of emotion usually served to make his mind blur slightly from the intensity and, as a result, tried to keep his humanity locked away for encounters like this. The fact that it was Leo only made him more determined to do so as the other immortal why quite talented with words and he had no intention of being bested by the block-headed vampire who he was now supposed to 'respect.' Mentally cringing at the thought of being even the slightest bit polite towards the other male, his lips pulled back in a visible smirk as thoughts flitted through his head.

As if, he thought with a mental sneer, taking care to keep his eyes trained on Leo just in case the other vampire might decide to try something. He can hope all he wants but, as far as I'm concerned, respect is something that one has to earn and Leo hasn't done a single thing I can think of to make him worthy in my book. Besides, even if he had I'd probably never let him know. I tend not to waste my time with complete pricks and Leo's ego is large enough already without my helping to inflate it even further. Though the last mental comment was more of an observation than anything else, as he'd never really spent enough time around the other immortal to have a good idea of his entire personality, he didn't really care to either. For that reason, and several others unsaid, initial judgements were perfectly okay in his eyes.

Razvan had to force himself not to let out a snarl, however, at Leo's snide remark. For some reason, the other male had always been able to get under his skin fairly easily and that was one of the few things that he hated above all else. The ability to be angered so easily is nothing but a weakness, he added silently, one that I will make sure to work on in the future. Still, it doesn't help that he seems to know every single one of my rage triggers. Hmm...perhaps I need to evaluate myself at some point and see if I can't fix that little issue. After all, I have no intention of letting Leo piss me off for the rest of eternity and, once I learn to keep my cool, he shouldn't be able to. At least, not that he'll be able to tell anyways.

After making a mental note to think about the source behind his anger at a later time, he refocused his attention back on Leo and their little 'conversation' before offering the other immortal a malicious grin that was as cold as ice. "If you say so," he replied with an emotionless tone, "although the fact that you chose to stop at merely 'quite well' is a bit pathetic. Why not strive to be the best instead of settling for something less than that? Still, I have no argument in favor of you changing things if it means that you'll still remain less than the best." Allowing a dark chuckle to escape his lips at Leo's inane question, Raz gestured to the ornate hallway in which they were standing. "Hell, I think it's worked pretty damn well. After all, Volterra is now ours and there's nothing the pathetic Volturi can do about it. That's a pretty large success if you ask me." His calculating and carefree demeanor had returned and now he only prayed it would stick around.

As much as he hated Leo's arrogance with an unsurpassed passion, of that he was positive, Razvan knew that he probably possessed an ego that was just as large. Despite the fact that his trainer had drugged him in order to make him lose that wrestling match back when he'd still been human in order to teach him a lesson in humility, the event had only served to make him angrier and more determined than ever before. That whole situation was the spark that had led him to where he was today; celebrating a victory with the Romanians that none had ever been able to accomplish before and most likely never would have again. That feeling alone was more than enough to keep him content, for the most part anyways. Still, Leo had always seemed to bring out the worst in him and he'd begun to wonder over the years if that was a result of the fact that they were more alike than he could ever admit to himself or anyone else.

Hell no! his brain screamed silently, cursing at the simple fact that such a thought had even dared to cross his mind. There's no way that I could ever be anything like that damn bastard. Sure, we're both confident pricks but I know for a fact that I could never be as big a dick as he is and that's all there is to it! However, the fact that he had angered so quickly at just a flitting thought only served to unnerve him that much more. He'd never considered himself vain, or even really arrogant for that matter, but simply a confident immortal who knew exactly what he wanted. Was that really all that bad? He desperately wanted to believe that it wasn't but seeing Leo made him wonder if he could be wrong. After all, the world would freeze over before he'd let himself become anything like Leo and that was just a cold hard fact.

Raz couldn't help but scoff and roll his eyes, however, when he heard the other vampire's response to his earlier comment. He'd figured that Leo would say something of that general nature and so he'd been able to somewhat prepare for the evident sneer in his words. Still, he could feel his anger level rising once more as a need to shoot back some sarcastic remark rose up from within him. He was determined not to let himself get out of control once again though, and so he forced himself to swallow his pride for once and actually focus on coming up with a decent response so not to seem like a total idiot. He seemed to grow angrier by the second, however, as Leo seemed to just drone on in the same boring egotistical tone that he used with everyone except Tobi. Still, Razvan knew that there was something more going on between the two immortals but figured that discussion was for a whole another time.

He couldn't help but be quite proud though, when the light bulb went off over his head as a seemingly fool-proof idea flitted through his mind. While he'd always been slightly nervous about the idea of sparring with Leo, as he actually wasn't sure he could beat the other immortal, he knew that he needed to do it at some point and now was as good as time as any. I can do this, he added mentally, knowing from experience that confidence was the key when it came to fighting. This will be as easy as feeding if I have anything to do about it. "Alright then," he said after a long moment, a cruel smirk coming to rest on his lips. "You wanna prove once and for all that I'm better than you? Fine! Let's do this right here and right now. Fists against fists, period." Having laid his offer out on the table, Raz relaxed back against the coolness of the wall as he waited for Leo's response. He had a feeling that the other immortal wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of a good fight and he was all too ready to get on with it.

Despite the fact that it might have taken him a moment to figure out the proper way to settle this 'little' dispute between Leo and himself, Razvan was perfectly confident in the solution that he'd come up with. Having never lost a fight in his 30 years of serving the Romanians, his ego was more than most would even consider possible for someone of his age; possibly even matching that of the very immortal he was now arguing with. Granted, he hadn't actually had the opportunity to face a highly seasoned fighter yet but, should he ever get that chance, he had no doubts whatsoever that he'd dismember them as easily as he had all the others who'd been on bad terms with the Romanians. Stefan and Vlad depend on me, he thought to himself with pride, and there's no way that I would ever let them down. Hell, I'd die before that happened.

Still, Raz had to admit that there could really only be one top dog around here as far as the guards were concerned. Though he was forced to accept the fact that the Romanian leaders had believed that Leo was a better fit, he neither respected their decision nor respected Leo himself. After all, he'd been in their service for far longer and had quite a bit more experience in leading that the other vampire did and yet he'd apparently been skipped over in the consideration for the position. There was no way that they wouldn't have chosen him if his name had been brought up and so that was really the only option. Perhaps I should casually mention it at some point, he thought to himself. Then they would see the error of their ways.

Of course, he wasn't so stupid as to do something like that. Razvan knew better than to question the decisions of his leaders and so, for now, he was forced to simply deal with it in the best way he could manage. Unfortunately, his way of managing could end up destroying quite a bit of history should he actually be able to achieve his newest mission; getting Leo to throw the first punch so that he could beat the living shit out of the other immortal. Obviously, it wasn't the best way to get things done but it would help to relieve some of his pent-up frustration and that was as good a reason as any for him to do it; though he knew for a fact that Stefan and Vlad wouldn't see it that way. Still, they'd wanted him enough to come to him when he had still been human so he liked to think that he was worth something to the Romanians' agenda at the very least.

Much preferring to focus on Leo right now, Raz withdrew his attention from the depths of his mind before returning it to the current situation just in time to hear his seemingly confident response as well as watch his smug grin only grow wider. Too bad it won't be there for much longer. At least, not once I'm finished with him it won't be. After all, he had no intention of losing to anyone, much less the very immortal he despised above all others. it was because of that that he'd already tensed in preparation of the seemingly imminent fight hanging in the air between them. Even with that though, he was only barely able to dodge the sudden, effortless punch that Leo threw his way. Watching as his fist crashed into the wall where his head had been less than a second earlier, he simply laughed darkly before lowering himself into a defensive crouch; not stupid enough to leave himself open. "Oh well aren't we anxious to throw a punch," was all he said before extending his own arm in a blur before it managed to connect with Leo's gut in one shot; confirming the hit with an echoing thud that would let anyone in the area know exactly what was going on. "I suggest you guard yourself a little better," he sneered at Leo as he took a measured step backwards, "or else this fight will end before it's even started."

To be honest, the showdown between himself and Leo was something that Razvan had been looking forward to for quite a while. Ever since he had learned that the immortal douche bag had been named the new Romanian head guard, this very moment had been moved right up to the top of his to-do list. Still, he'd never thought that the exact situation unfolding before him would ever actually play out. After all, both he and Leo shared an intense hatred for one another; everybody who was anybody was already well aware of that fact. Perhaps that was one of the reasons that people tended to steer clear of them whenever they were even in the same vicinity as one another. "Oh sure you were. What, trying to blow me off yet again? Why not get this over and done with? We both know who's going to win this and it certainly isn't going to be you."

With the first punch that Leo had tossed his way, Raz easily dodged it before lowering himself into an appropriate fighting position. It was pure luck that Raz had managed to dodge Leo's throw. He had though, and now it was on. The match of a century, between the two of them, was finally happening. This was what he'd been dreaming of for weeks and there was no way that he was going to let it pass him by now that he had his chance. Finally time to show Mr. Dick who's the real champ around here, he thought to himself as he instantly noticed the opening in his opponent's stance. Let's get this show on the road already. No point in dallying now when this lesson is long overdue. Besides, it might be good to teach the bastard a sense of humility.

Not caring if he left himself open with the move he was considering, Razvan lashed out with his better arm faster than ever before. The momentum behind the punch was insane as every bit of hatred and anger he possessed was behind the throw as it landed with an audible 'thud' in the center of Leo's stomach. What he hadn't considered, however, was the speed with which the other immortal would recover and toss a counter-attack back his way. It was a simple misjudgment really, but one that he couldn't afford to make in this fight. Raz was all too well aware how evenly matched he and Leo were, and how quickly the battle could switch from one's favor to the other's. Still, as he felt the other vampire's hand close around his wrist, he could do nothing but curse mentally as he had an idea of what was about to happen next; albeit the fact that he could do nothing about it.

Damn it, he though to himself as his feet couldn't find enough purchase to make him stop before he felt himself crash into the stone hallway. Being a vampire, it didn't do more than daze him for a split second. More than anything, he was more pissed off now than anything else; that, and he was determined not to underestimate Leo again. This time it was easy to gauge the other vampire's attack timing though, and so it wasn't at all hard to escape the kick that had been aimed at the center of his side. Despite the fact that he offered Leo a dark grin that might have been taken lightly by anyone who didn't know him, the fire blazing behind Raz's crimson irises made it clearer and ever that this battle of strength was far from over.

"Oh, are we tired already?" he asked sarcastically, watching as Leo decided to move back a bit. "Because, if you want to back out, I'll be more than happy to accept your surrender after I finish kicking your ass." Though his words came out sounding cool and unaffected, it was merely a ploy as he had been slowly moving towards the other male. Without another word, he dropped to his ground as his foot extended into a low kick-spin that would remove Leo's feet from underneath him if he didn't catch himself in time. Of course, Razvan knew that was a possibility better than anyone and so he had already put his second move into motion. Flitting forward, he jabbed his right arm upward in a strong uppercut that would catch Leo on the underside of his chin had he managed to remain standing.

Not wanting to risk being caught in a counter-attack once again, it was Raz who took a step back this time. After all, there was no point in sticking his neck out for nothing when he knew that the other immortal would be able to hit him should he move even a centimeter into Leo's attack range. This was a fight containing both brains and brawn, both of which he would have to use if he wanted to win. "Had enough yet? I mean, I always knew that you were cocky but this? This is just pathetic. You really better get your game face on if you even want to stand a chance against me. This isn't a joke as far as I'm concerned, and it shouldn't be for you. Not unless you have a dismemberment fetish that no one knows about." Sneering at that last part, he could do nothing but smirk as he prepared himself for the retaliation he knew was inevitable.

(I know...he rambled >.<)

When the whole confrontation had first been approached by the two immortals, Razvan hadn't really thought that anything would come of it. Perhaps a couple heated insults tossed back and forth but that was about the extent of it; as far as he was concerned anyways. After all, both of the young men knew all too well that they needed to work with one another on a daily basis. With the Volturi now out of their way, there was far too much that needed to be done for them to waste their time bickering at one another day in and day out. It was only because of this bit of fact that he hadn't thrown a punch. No matter how badly he wanted to prove his worth and beat the living crap out of the egotistical immortal before him, the needs of the Coven came before his personal ones.

Of course, everything had changed the minute Leo chose to throw a punch. From Raz's perspective, having been taught to think like a fighter ever since his years as a human child, that single move had meant that the battle was on. No longer caring what kind of trouble they might get into at this point, his mindset had shifted into fight mode with that single gesture. Now, Leo was nothing more than another opponent; one that was going to get his ass kicked as far as he was concerned. This was no longer a semi-friendly rivalry between Coven mates. No, this had become a war between fighting opponents; one that wouldn't end until a clear winner was named. Unfortunately, the fact that the two were so damn prideful meant the chances of a surrender were slim from the start. Not exactly a good thing in this situation.

The funny thing, however, was that there was not even of hint of worry in the bulkier immortal's features. Having been taught from an early age to lock away all emotions when in the heat of battle, Razvan took care to keep any doubts of losing(which were practically non-existent) from showing on his features. Of course, he really couldn't help himself when he heard Leo's response to his earlier statement. Allowing a malicious grin to tug the corner of his lips up into an expression one might often relate to a criminally insane person, he couldn't help but allow a rather sadistic chuckle to slip from his lips with ease. "Of course you did," he replied with a sneer, not caring about anything more than the vampire before him at that moment, although I must say that your skills are beyond rusty. After all, warm-ups are supposed to be at least a little challenging. At this rate, I'll be kicking your ass with my eyes closed from utter boredom so I suggest you at least try your best, you know? Not that it's going to matter...but still. I would like a decent show if you can manage it."

Not bothering with a warning on his next attack, treating their fight as if it was to the death, Razvan dropped into a low kick-spin so fast that it would be nothing more than a blur to anyone but another immortal. His grin widened immensely as he felt his own foot connect with Leo's own. What he hadn't considered, however, was the speed at which his opponent would be able to recover from the sweeping blow. It wasn't until he had already transitioned into the second part of his attack and was extending his arm that he realized his punch was going to be off by a few measly centimeters. Cursing mentally, he followed through with the movement anyway to avoid upsetting his own rhythm. Still, the small part of a second that he left himself open was obviously more than enough time for the other vampire to adjust and launch into his own counterattack. It wasn't something that he'd thought of sooner, and so the thought was already flitting through his mind to not underestimate Leo again. He's a bit faster than I expected is all, he thought to himself as he moved to retreat into the defensive, a mistake I'll be sure to not repeat.

Unfortunately, his momentary lapse of attention did put him in a rather bad predicament. Not catching Leo's sudden movement soon enough, Raz only tuned back into the battle with just enough time to react. It was obvious that he would be able to escape the odd move unscathed, however, and so he allowed instinct to take over momentarily as his body quickly shifted into a side-stance. It was only in that position that he was able to keep his head safe from the unbelievable speed and power of Leo's lower limbs. Instead, he was forced to one knee as the brunt of the blow fell upon his left shoulder, the very one that had been shattered in the fight he'd lost as a human. His mind suddenly flooded by murky memories of that day, Razvan felt his rage intensify several times over as this moved far beyond that of a normal practice session. For him, Leo was a target that needed to be broken; nothing more or less.

Not bothering to even stop and think, as it was quite apparent that his opponent was using that strategy as well, he turned to find Leo just out of his extended range. Catching the words as they left the other immortal's lips, he didn't even pause to listen; hoping that he might surprise the other vampire if he refused to stop for even a sly retort. Instead, he launched himself up into the air in a high jump that appeared as though he had overshot his mark by roughly 3 feet; had his target been Leo of course. But no, Raz's aim was the stone wall just beyond the immortal; something he had a feeling his opponent wouldn't expect in a million years. After all, he highly doubted Leo had ever fought in a ring before which would give him the advantage of his next move. The height of his leap put him just out of Leo's reach though, and so he shifted into a horizontal position with seemingly no issue at all.

As his feet touched the wall, Razvan allowed his knees to bend ever so slightly before pushing him away and into a slightly downward angle. If Leo wasn't able to anticipate his attack and time his response on the dot, his hands would latch onto the other immortal's upper arm before dragging him through the air as he completed a mid-air back-flip; the move finishing with poor Leo on his back at Raz's feet. Any late movement would still have his opponent's head spinning as a solid kick to the skull would surely jostle the brains a bit. It was one of the few fighting tricks his father had shared with him as a human, only modified a bit to better suit his speed and power now that he was a vampire. Scurrying backward immediately, he was now the one grinning sadistically. "Well at least my distractions aren't afraid to admit who they've been with," he finally shot back, his eyes wary in case Leo might try and attempt something similar to what he'd done only moments before. "You must be horrible seeing as Tobias doesn't even like to bring you up in conversations these days. Admit it....you've been having just a tad too much fun with the kid, haven't you?" Pressing buttons had always been one of Razvan's specialties, and the opportunity to trade both verbal and physical blows at the same time was far too good to pass up.

(Please tell me you understood his move >.< If not, I can try to find a video that shows something similar to what I was attempting to describe xD)