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Sparring partners wanted. Your choice of melee weapon. Meet by the forest, anytime this afternoon.

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[ Cullen waits by the forest, near where the lizard's watery tail disappears between the trees. Half an armory is propped against a fallen trunk, lest any potential sparring partners did not think to bring their own. He trains alone as he waits, sword in hand, practicing stances. Very rarely he remembers to glance at his communication device, to see if any messages require a response. ]

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I'll take your bet.

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you're on lancelot. get ready to lose your money.

[ Guess who is going to be sneaking toward his location after that? One (1) Ellie, easily wielding a big, inflatable mallet. ]

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[ Cullen shakes his head, and quirks a small smile. He puts the communication device away, and returns to his training. One stance after the next, a practiced routine. Now and then he stops, to look back towards the mansion, waiting for his challenger. ]

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[ Cullen made his location known, more or less, so the girl that threatened to hit him over the head with an inflatable mallet doesn't have a hard time finding the area. She creeps with fairly-practiced motions, as if hunting a deer, until she's crouched behind some bushes, holding her breath.

Then, she tosses a rock a short distance away, where it clatters against a tree trunk. ]

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[ He finishes his stance slowly, his attention already on the forest. He turns towards the sound, and sees or hears nothing else. If this was any forest, then the sound would hardly give him pause. But here? He does not like the idea of being surprised. Or watched, more than they already are... ]

Show yourself. Now.

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[ She doesn't think he's really being serious, but Ellie does emerge, hands raised in surrender. ]

Ya got me. [ She announces, showing another stone in her hand. ] I give up. ... Or do I?

[ In a swift movement, she lunges behind the bushes to grab her 'mallet,' making a show of raising it as if it weighs... well, anything at all. ]

You ready to lose?