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[getting_better]

Name: Bishop
Date: 7/31
Format: Text

I'll keep this brief, I need sparring partners. Martial arts, swords, spears, fire arms, fucking silverware, I don't care. I'm starting to feel rusty and I need to shake it off, preferably now. This isn't a quest but I'm willing to compensate you for your time. Anyone will do my only condition is don't hold back.

Have a nice day.

Comments

[getting_better]

Right then.

[ With their blades coated and the risk of severe injury lessened, he takes a few steps back and puts a good distance between them before taking a cune out ready to flip. ]

When the coin hits the ground, the match starts. You good with that?

[fairyherder]

[ shifts a shoulder, at the ready. ]

Yes. Go ahead.

[getting_better]

[ A firm smile and nod was his reply. Honestly, he reminds him a little bit of himself at that age. It was kinda charming.

He flipped the coin and the sound rang through the air and Bishop readied his stance. His right bearing the blade, his left gripping the mouth of the scabbard, while his eyes honed in on Jin Ling. Their blades, while different in shape, could yield roughly the same kind of motions though he held the advantage with thrusts.

So what was Bishop's advantage? His disadvantage? How does he attack? How should he attack? The coin entered his field of vision now and he had to settle his strategy.

There was only one in this case, and the ring of the cune striking the ground Bishop wasted no time starting. His first move, a flurry of blows each becoming heavier than the last. ]