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Post by Blake Oleander on Mar 25, 2018 21:54:08 GMT -8
He did his best to ignore and block out her presence. The forms were more important. He'd bring the blade up as his body shifted forward, the hilt slamming toward where the head of his opponent would be as he twisted his body to position a leg behind the invisible foe. An obvious stunning and tripping attack.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Mar 25, 2018 23:03:47 GMT -8
She'd copy just that, Never in her life had she imagined herself using a sword but she'd keep up with this just fine. She took it seriously. It doesn't feel quite as comfortable as using her fists though that doesn't stop her from trying. She said what she wanted even if she didn't get any answers. They were not needed truthfully. It was then however she stopped, she just looked at him.
"Don't let anyone make you feel less than you want to feel. Qi or no Qi, your still a Fighter and a damn good one too... Thanks for the warm-up." She'd venture to find her own spot on the field.
Maybe her words went over his head, maybe he cared just as much about them as the ants that crawled at his feet, maybe she didn't care how he felt she just didn't want their last fight to be his only impression of her. Because that wasn't who she was and letting herself get that way was embarrassing. At this point, she might be infected with his QNA but it was her fault for letting it go unchecked.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Mar 27, 2018 13:12:30 GMT -8
"I'm aware of my skillset."
He'd be a poor weapon if he wasn't a good fighter. Though it was surprising to see her trying to be nice to him rather than yelling at him this time. Though it seemed she couldn't help but lecture him. Perhaps getting her ass handed to her yet again humbled her a bit. Either way, he'd not stop her when she went to go practice on her own.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Mar 27, 2018 13:20:45 GMT -8
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