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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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Perhaps an exchange: I'd like to become more familiar with guns in practice. We could alternate lessons.

[ He kept meaning to ask Ellie for a follow-up lessons. It nearly feels like a little treason that he chooses otherwise now. ]

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[normandysbest]

Hey, nice.
Sounds like a deal.
I'll get something more standard from the closets, since my stuff is pretty advanced in comparison.
Full transparency, I do have like, very minor experience in stabbing stuff, but...
Probably relates more to fencing than it does swordwork.]

[Thanks, omni blade!]