"You'll have to earn my respect!" Kel demanded haughtily - though he was almost laughing too hard to get the words out. The near-giggles might have had something to do with his lack of control over his own sword (or maybe that was just the lack of experience), but he tried to pull back out of range when he realized he'd only hit cloth.
"Don't compare my upbringing to yours, peasant," he called back, twisting lithely to avoid the unbalanced attack. He couldn't help himself - his magic spun through his 'sword' and into the air, creating a small gust behind Rance to give the raven an extra push to send his swing off target while Kel let out an undignified whoop of laughter and tried to swat his friend across the ass with his own 'blade'.
"Don't compare my upbringing to yours, peasant," he called back, twisting lithely to avoid the unbalanced attack. He couldn't help himself - his magic spun through his 'sword' and into the air, creating a small gust behind Rance to give the raven an extra push to send his swing off target while Kel let out an undignified whoop of laughter and tried to swat his friend across the ass with his own 'blade'.
