[ His grin broadens, sharp and clearly having fun with this. ]
Plenty of fun to be had with just fists. You should try it sometime.
[ But hell, it's her turf — probably, Hunter's turf seems like her own — so it's her rules. And she's got a point. Yeah. He can play that way.
Honestly hadn't occurred to him to blunt his sword. Weapons are weapons, and here, they've got free rein to go as nuts as they want with no real consequences. Treating it like they're just hitting sticks almost seems wrong.
He blunts it, the blade's structure visibly shifting, like he's focusing on it bit by bit. It's quick enough, but not so quick that it just pops into existence as something else. He's mentally cataloguing the changes as he goes, how he's gonna change it back to what it really is when they're done.
Looks back up at Ciri, expression open. ]
Last ground rule. Does this end as soon as I land a hit, or—
[ And then he cuts himself off, charging at her before he even bothers to finish the thought. Maybe a twitch in his stance just before he stopped speaking would have alerted her; either way, he's probably lighter on his feet than he deserves to be, and his blunted sword is already out, swinging at her. There's power in it, a certain degree of wildness, but not so much that he can be knocked off balance, and he can at least readjust his stance quick enough to take another hack should she dodge.
He knows he's at the disadvantage here; isn't above fighting dirty at all. Never has been. A little harder when it's not his own turf, but hell, he'll make do. ]
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Plenty of fun to be had with just fists. You should try it sometime.
[ But hell, it's her turf — probably, Hunter's turf seems like her own — so it's her rules. And she's got a point. Yeah. He can play that way.
Honestly hadn't occurred to him to blunt his sword. Weapons are weapons, and here, they've got free rein to go as nuts as they want with no real consequences. Treating it like they're just hitting sticks almost seems wrong.
He blunts it, the blade's structure visibly shifting, like he's focusing on it bit by bit. It's quick enough, but not so quick that it just pops into existence as something else. He's mentally cataloguing the changes as he goes, how he's gonna change it back to what it really is when they're done.
Looks back up at Ciri, expression open. ]
Last ground rule. Does this end as soon as I land a hit, or—
[ And then he cuts himself off, charging at her before he even bothers to finish the thought. Maybe a twitch in his stance just before he stopped speaking would have alerted her; either way, he's probably lighter on his feet than he deserves to be, and his blunted sword is already out, swinging at her. There's power in it, a certain degree of wildness, but not so much that he can be knocked off balance, and he can at least readjust his stance quick enough to take another hack should she dodge.
He knows he's at the disadvantage here; isn't above fighting dirty at all. Never has been. A little harder when it's not his own turf, but hell, he'll make do. ]