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[morework]

I. text

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

II. action

[ 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. ]

Comments

[geiger]

[ Nora takes the shield, turning it over in her hands. ]

I have to admit, I've never used one of these before.

[ They weren't particularly good defence against bullets, so she'd always stuck to armor rather than trying to wield one. ]

[morework]

Not everyone's style benefits from them, but I can give you a few pointers if you would care to try.

[geiger]

That would be much appreciated. [ She adjusts it in her hand, trying to get used to the weight of it. ] I get the feeling I should learn the basics of every style of combat. Never know what this place is going to throw at us next, after all.