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"Sure, sure." Loren nodded at Deimos' explanation. Glancing at the mutilated dummy, the healer sighed. "More entertaining. But maybe not more effective." He carefully did not look at the other man.
At the Sword's question, though, the Firebrand grinned right back. Snorting, he waved a hand in the air. "Eh, I'm pretty shit with either. Why don't we start with fists and if that's not enough we can grab big sticks and rocks and whack each other over the head with them." Stepping towards the center of the training grounds, he shrugged out of his cloak. Tossing that aside, he rolled his neck and stretched his arms and legs, waiting for Deimos to be ready.
At the Sword's question, though, the Firebrand grinned right back. Snorting, he waved a hand in the air. "Eh, I'm pretty shit with either. Why don't we start with fists and if that's not enough we can grab big sticks and rocks and whack each other over the head with them." Stepping towards the center of the training grounds, he shrugged out of his cloak. Tossing that aside, he rolled his neck and stretched his arms and legs, waiting for Deimos to be ready.
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