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The nice part about being friends with someone who's equally bad at it as you are, is that the friend doesn't ask questions when you suggest strange things.
Like using each other for weapons practice.
After an hour of shooting rocks at a tree while Mordred read over his orders again, Amelia pushes herself to her feet and holsters her slingshot. They've been waiting for a messenger to arrive, but with midday long since past, it's beginning to look like the new orders her companion was meant to receive aren't coming today.
"Come on," she says softly, trying to lessen her disturbance of the quiet of the woods they're in. "We've been sitting for too long today. I need to practice or I'm going to lose my finesse." With that vague statement settling in, she draws her rapier and gauche, nodding to the open, flat space next to their makeshift camp. "Draw your weapon and fight me."
This is a terrible idea, but somehow that doesn't occur to her in her boredom.
Like using each other for weapons practice.
After an hour of shooting rocks at a tree while Mordred read over his orders again, Amelia pushes herself to her feet and holsters her slingshot. They've been waiting for a messenger to arrive, but with midday long since past, it's beginning to look like the new orders her companion was meant to receive aren't coming today.
"Come on," she says softly, trying to lessen her disturbance of the quiet of the woods they're in. "We've been sitting for too long today. I need to practice or I'm going to lose my finesse." With that vague statement settling in, she draws her rapier and gauche, nodding to the open, flat space next to their makeshift camp. "Draw your weapon and fight me."
This is a terrible idea, but somehow that doesn't occur to her in her boredom.
