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No, I am serious. [ buffy's doing her usual training room schtick and here's her adorable half-elf boyfriend, trying to convince her to spar with him. because that'll end well. he looks down at the blade that he's hefted off a rack, giving her a teasing grin. ] Are you saying you will swordfight with Des, but not with me?

Des has been swordfighting since swordfighting was invented. [ Solid enough reason, as she figures, and securely avoids pointing out that it's a matter of, err, strength disparity. ] Sparring with Buffy is not an express route to big fun. [ She turns to fix her gaze on him, dropping her fists away from the heavy bag. ] Trust me.

I believe I can be the judge of that myself, no? [ he lazily and impressively spins the blade in hand (sleight of hand 26). ]

[ iyaaa rafael sama. ofc he is as good with a sword (there's a joke here) as he is with a gun (more jokes here). ]

Yeah, that attitude? That's the "didn't see what your girlfriend did to King Arthur when he wanted to spar" attitude.

I trust you, carina. [ a beat, before he wryly grins. ] ... But, there are also clerics right across the hall.

[ She takes a moment to pause and assess him. On the one hand, Isa could really go toe-to-toe with her, and she had to guess they'd trained together at some point. (Wait. Now is not the time to be thinking about Isa and Rafael. Or ever. There is no time to think about them "training together.")

With that in mind, when she looks him over, it's clear that she's progressively coming around to the idea. ]

Can I trust you not to take it easy? You don't exactly strike me as the hit-a-girl type. I mean for an infamous assassin, you're pretty marshmallowy.

[ he takes a swaggering step closer, leaning all up in her space, a suggestive glint in his eyes because he's a jackass. ] Do I usually take it easy where you are concerned?

No, [ and she smiles coyly, eyes dropping to focus on his mouth for a heavy breath before she offers an equally salacious rejoinder. ] But this is a slightly different kind of thrusting.

[ he grins widely at that, looking like he's almost ready to forget the swords for a second, but he recovers himself enough to raise an eyebrow and say: ] I suppose we shall see. [ rafael, this is inappropriately close conversation distance for the public training room. ]

[ She draws a fluttery sort of breath, the kind that conveys just how much of a will save it takes to step away from him, but she musters the self control and takes a few steps back, nodding to him to signal she's ready as she widens her stance. ]

Hope you're not a sore loser.

I'm afraid you will not get to find out. [ this cocky pos. he steps away from her as well, enjoying this likely last moment of posturing before his girlfriend hands his ass to him. she's totally first in init lbr ]

We'll see about that. [ She'll do him the courtesy of not holding back in that ass-whooping. For fairness' sake. And not at all to wipe that smirk off his face and see to it that he is sweaty and on the floor sooner. Surely.

She runs up and with a jump, makes two quick kicks for his torso in standard '90s cult fare (atk 37, 33; subdual dmg 33 total), but it's evident in the strength behind the blows that she's not aiming to really wound. ]

[ yeah those both land solidly, and probably stagger him back a step because lmfao damn. despite having watched her like knock people's heads off with her fists, it's still surprising to get with her mack truck force, alright. which probably explains why he comes nowhere near her (atk 23) and then... even less near her (atk 11), and then... he crit failed, bless his heart. he tries to sidestep her, and she dodges him so quickly that he pretty much plows into that practice dummy like a champ. #ace assassino ]

Come on.

[ She pivots as she twists out of his way, laughing openly when he plows into the wooden dummy. It never occurs to her that maybe she just gave bae a concussion, so she drops and goes for the sweep kick (atk 34, which provokes an attack of opportunity! Her opposed str check is 15) ]

I thought you said you weren't going to hold back.

[ no, he ... doesn't recover from his date with the dummy fast enough to take advantage of that opening, although he sort of tries (atk 17), but with a 17 dex he at least jumps over her legs and avoids falling on his ass (for now). his return attempt was only a 23 though, so he doesn't succeed in returning the service. that's fine, he'll just try to attack her again. and do better this time??? he got a 31!!! for 7 dmg. and then a 26 which comes close at least. like super close. RIGHT UNDERNEATH HER NOSE. and then a 20, look at him learning. ] Your friend there got in my way.

[ At the connecting blow, she lets out a generous 'oof' as he does a whole like ... 3% of her hp. Then, she lets out a sharp laugh at 'friend' which is particularly sassy when she follows it up with, ] Don't take this the wrong way, honey, but I don't think I'm the one who needs the help.

[ To punctuate the point, she goes after him with a flurry of punches (atk 28, 33, 25). On her last punch, he manages to successfully dip out of the way and her punch goes wide, but the other two connect solidly (34 subdual damage). ]

[ owww. yeah that throws him again, pretty much every time she HITS HIM THAT HARD (atk 17). his second attack comes close again (atk 26), annnd a whole 7, so she can see him mentally recalculating his strategy lmfao ]

If you wanna call it now, I won't think less of you.

[ She more or less prances away from those first and last hits, and almost gets herself clipped for the flippancy of her movements. This time, when she strikes back, it's with a series of well-placed jabs to his ribs and throat (atk 34, 32, 29; subdual dmg 46). ]

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Where would be the fun in that? [ still he's going to take a five foot step back and look around to find something to help him out here. i mean there's that rack of weapons on wheels out here. what if he just

shoved that at her. :') true love right here. lan is going to kill him. he got an 18 strength check to shove it over or a 29 attack idk what that would even count as. this isn't something there's rules for. i'm gonna have her make a reflex save to avoid getting knocked prone when it hits her (dc 17), and to take half damage on a success from all the POINTY WEAPONS FALLING OFF IT (17 dmg otherwise). ]

[ That is a reflex save that is nearly impossible for her to fail. Predictably, she stumbles out of the way (ref 21), but not in time to avoid getting sufficiently scraped up by the 8 points of piercing damage from HER BOYFRIEND IMPALING HER IN THE UN-FUN WAY. The weapons clatter across the mat, and Buffy vaults over the half-empty rack to swing a solid kick into his face (atk 28, subdual dmg 14). ]

[ hahaha he can't take much more of this. he stumbles back again again, reaches up to his openly bleeding lip and pulls his hand away to look down at it, breathing heavily. his eyes spark as they look up to meet hers, and it would be a lie to claim that he doesn't look pretty turned on by the fact that she's PRETTY MUCH BEAT HIS ASS DOWn but do you know what he's actually good at, charisma checks. and he got a 21 as he raises his other hand to indicate she should stop, grinning inappropriately. ] At least now I know for myself what you can do. [ maybe the right reaction there would be horror but instead he just sounds turned on. ]

[ While the whole 15 damage he managed to deal has effectively vanished courtesy of her fast healing, that doesn't change the fact that she's been exerting herself in going after him, so Buffy's breathing fairly hard to when she slows down.

At first, she keeps a safe distance between them, almost like it's out of habit to keep herself physically separated by a couple of feet as a coping mechanism to keep herself from jumping into something, but her brain catches up a moment later to remind her second nature that she's allowed to broach that gap now, and breathless, she steps closer to rub her thumb against his lip herself, gently attentive in how she examines him, but also more or less looking for an excuse here. ]

I've got a few other tricks up my sleeve you might wanna see for yourself. [ Her lopsided grin drops into a more sincere, chastising look as she interrupts the ~mood~ to say, ] After Myri gets a look at you.

[ he has this look on his face like he's pretty much staring into the sun and he's cool with ensuing blindness, but that horrible will save gets interrupted by her phone going off. ] ... I do not suppose that can wait. [ u da worst wynn ]

[ She scrunches her eyes shut and groans the minute the dulcet tones of hip hop start loudly blaring from the gym bag a few feet away. Slowly, nose crinkling, she lifts her gaze back to him. Reluctant as she is, she doesn't tear herself away quite yet. ]

Any other sound, and I'd pretend it never happened. But that sound is the boss sound. [ A beat, then, in a girlish tone she clarifies, ] ... Work boss, not video game boss. [ Her hand drags away from his mouth to push back into his hair with a floundering groan of dissatisfaction, but she tears herself away without indulging in kissing him because she knows it would lead down a terrible, terrible road that would not take her to the round table room.

At least, not while people were there. Geez. She's not a wild animal. Grabbing her phone, she plays the message, pushing hair that got loose from her ponytail back into it haphazardly. ]

[ instead of like, picking up the mess he made, he just puts a hand on her hip and waits for her to finish up. ] Something serious?

Just says urgent. [ She shrugs, a little haplessly, and looks up and back at him, leaning into him somewhat for basking reasons. ] I better go. [ She stuffs the phone into the front of her sports bra and turns to lean up, kissing him gently in a determined effort to avoid injuring his lip. ] Go find Myri. I'll update you when I know more.

Very well, carina. You know where to find me. [ his fingers linger on her hip for a moment more before he lets her go ]

[ She lingers with him, but reluctantly disengages and turns to make her way to the round table room for the briefing, still sweaty and in workout gear ... ]

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