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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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[angewiesen]

Alright. Thank for the offer, I'll be out in a minute.

[And Jean made good on his word. It wasn't like he had anything more important to do at the moment. He showed up in his uniform, looking sharp and respectful. It'd been awhile since he had an instructor telling him what to do, but he still knew proper protocol.]

Are you who I'm looking for? Should've gotten a name first, sorry.

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I am. The name is- [ Commander, not so long ago. The title all the nearer when he thinks of training recruits as he used to. Truthfully it would no longer apply, would it? ] Cullen. Tell me yours, and we can begin.

[ He motions at the assortment of weapons behind him. ]

Your choice of weapon, if you care to pick one.

[angewiesen]

Jean Kirschstein. Survey Corps, Squad Levi. [Not that that mattered anymore either, but he still felt like this was the sort of situation where he should state his rank.] Good to meet you, Cullen.

[He walked past to examine the array of weapons, both real and meant for training. He eventually picked a small wooden dagger.]

This is the sort of thing we'd use when we practiced hand-to-hand when I was a cadet.