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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]

For my country and her people!

[ The moment steel collided Bishop parried Karin's blade with a big swing to leave them both exposed, but he's been waiting for that thrust. He quickly switched his grip to a back hand hold and drove the pommel of his katana into her gut to push her back and do some damage. ]

[sonnestark]

[The enchantment, along with the absence of the blade, of course, makes it so that no real damage is done, though it certainly would have been otherwise— even with Karin letting her sharp reflexes carry her back, she's not quite fast enough, and she's momentarily winded as she regains her balance.

All the same, her smile doesn't fade— he's good, which means that sparring with him will certainly help her to improve herself.]

A noble goal— and nice shot.

[getting_better]

[ A smile tugs at his lip when she recovers. ]

Thank you.

[ He won't insult her by asking if she can continue and instead he'll just ready himself, rolling his left shoulder and lowering himself into another stance to go with the backhand grip of his blade. This time it was more defensive because he doesn't think she'll take that hit and be done with it. ]

[sonnestark]

[He's quite right not to presume that would be the end of things— she takes note of his defensive stance, faking left before she quickly alters her course and comes at him from the right, allowing agility and years of practice to carry her forward.]

En garde!

[She laughs openly— it's cliche, perhaps, but she's clearly enjoying herself, and her style does hearken back to traditional European fencing.]

[getting_better]

[ He followed the beat of her moves until she switched dance midway. He always prided himself as fast, hell he was the scout of the team for a reason, but even he had to admit that women naturally have a physique built to be more agile. His powers always helped level the playing field against Queen and Knight, but now that he's without them he's reminded of this fact once more.

He had to do some drastic twist and bending to catch her blade, but even then his parry was shaky. It honestly made him grin. ]

Nice!

[ He disengaged from her and took a few steps back, now on high alert for her speed and agility. ]

Alright, come one then!