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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

[inlikethebrume]

Sure, I can offer my sword. Say when and where.

[getting_better]

Northern gate, up on the Bright Wall. Just tell the guards there that you're looking for me and they should guide you up. There's a spot there where we can spar without being disturbed.

[inlikethebrume]

I shall be there anon. Hope you do not mind me appearing in my armor.

[Oh you bet she's coming.]

[getting_better]

If you think you'll need it.

[ He doesn't intend for anyone to get seriously hurt but playing safe is better than being sorry.

He waited quietly, seated on the floor with his legs under him, hands on his lap and blade resting beside him as he meditated. He was silent, solemn, but aware of his surroundings and only when she was close enough to hear did he speak. ]

Good day, Mira. Thank you for humoring me.

[inlikethebrume]

[When she says she has to get her armor, she means it. With sword strapped to her back, she gives a small wave in greeting.]

No need for it; good to give my body a good exercise and not let my skills get dull. Let us hope we do not cause too much damage to the area under the condition of not holding back.

[getting_better]

[ His eyes are immediately drawn to her armor which, of course, matched the sword she carries around. Because why not? ]

Right...

[ He tucked the sheathed blade in it's holder at his side as he stood and studied her from head to toe. ]

I'm...well, frankly surprised. I wasn't expecting something so....this for a sparring match.

[ He's not intimidated, he's seen a lot worse things that scared him till he couldn't breathe, but her regalia cut an imposing figure. Her sword already caused him some trouble hence the meditation. He pondered all manner of attack and defense but now half his strategies have crumbled to dust. ]