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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.

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[foundfamilies]

[ Leslie notices that he seems to be starting to have trouble, but, only being an amateur when it comes to any sort of physical training, she second-guesses her observations. He'd know if something was going wrong and stop, right?

When he kneels, hissing in pain, though, she realizes that she'd been right. She gets to her feet and runs over. ]

Mr. Bishop! What happened? Are you okay?

[ The barrier spells she's learned in her study of abjuration aren't the strongest, but if the wind-magic pitching machine is continuing to fire at him, she can certainly manage to put up a strong enough barrier to deflect the wood chunks away from both of them. ]

[getting_better]

[ The little wind spell he conjured was indeed still flinging wood chunks at him but at a slowing pace until it eventually just dissipates. The barrier was still well appreciated.

His left shoulder shivered and his face was wrinkled as pain a hot sharp pain ran from his shoulder to his right waist and then back up. It was painful enough to let a few beads of sweat form and roll down his brow. ]

J-Just give me a sec...

[ He takes a few lungful of air to settle his breathing and get his blood flowing and after a moment the tremors subside and he's breathing normally. ]

I'm okay, thanks Leslie. Could you go into the bag over there and get the canteen inside?

[ He says while sheathing his sword properly before rubbing his shoulder, still groaning just a bit. ]

[foundfamilies]

[ Leslie hovers over him (well, not hugely over even when he’s on his knees, given the height difference), looking worried. She knows a little about healing from her studies in abjuration, but she focused much more on warding. She can close over cuts or bring down inflammation, but she doesn’t know enough about the body to understand injuries that are less outwardly apparent.

When he asks for the canteen, she nods. ]

I’ll be right back!

[ And she dashes for the bag as fast as her little legs can carry her, rushing back similarly quickly to hold out the requested canteen. ]

Do you want me to numb the pain a little? I don’t know very much healing magic, but I can do that much.

[getting_better]

[ He moved slowly from kneeling to sitting cross legged and rubbing his shoulder as Leslie went to get the canteen. It stung quite a bit when the spasm started but the gentle movements and deep breathing carried him through the worst of it. ]

Thank you.

[ He said taking it from her and popping the top off and taking a mouthful of water. ]

That's very kind of you but, I'm alright. The pain is subsiding. I'm okay.

[ He gave her a weak smile, the best one he can muster given the circumstance. ]

Sorry to alarm you like that.

oops, secret genshin impact hiatus.

[foundfamilies]

[ The remnants of the alarm remain on her face in the form of lingering worry despite his claims of being alright. She shakes her head at his apology. ]

You couldn’t have helped that something like that happened now.

[ She hesitates, as he didn’t answer last time she asked, but she thinks it was probably because it was more important to deal with the pain. So now that it’s subsiding.... ]

What happened? If it’s okay for me to ask.

but was it a fun secret genshin impact hiatus?

[getting_better]

It's an injury from a quest. I got a little careless.

[ What he means is he got owned because was upset, distracted, too pigheaded to deal with his feelings like an adult, and bit off more than he can chew. ]

It's fine though. Nothing permanent. The muscles in my left shoulder are just stiff, so a little movement will bring them back up to peak performance.

[ He's also too damn stubborn to visit a doctor, and too prideful to use healing magic to heal it completely. He's trying to teach himself a lesson about taking care of himself....by putting himself through hell. ]

to an unfortunate degree re: actually doing anything else, but at least I enjoyed it.

[foundfamilies]

[ Leslie frowns — not so much from a disapproval of his actions as a result of trying to think hard about them. She’s not a doctor, but this doesn’t sound right. ]

Isn’t the way to heal from an injury to rest? Doing this intense of a workout seems like it would make an injury worse.

[ She accepts the possibility that she’s wrong and there are reasons to just stretch them out with intense exercise. It doesn’t seem to have panned out for him, though. ]

[getting_better]

I've rested enough, in fact, anymore and I may start to get lazy.

[ He sighed as he leaned against the wall, taking sips of water before sighing again. ]

Though I guess I may have over did it. Sorry for worrying you. [ He says with a sheepish smile. ] Ahhh. I can already see and hear my master shaking her head and saying "Fudoshin." How vexing.

[ But he'll take being vexed over angering his oni master. ]