Guppy steps back just in time for the sword to make a little cut in his clothing, then steps to the side and sends the sword at Atton while his sword is moving the other way.
Atton flicks his sword about, wiping it off (though the lack of anything on it suggests this is more ritual or habit than anything else) and sheathing it.
"You did well. Didn't die, which is better than when we started," he says, heading back toward the boxes. He's not out of breath at all, it seems. "Go on."
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Atton hops to his feet, picking up his sword.
"Hit me."
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"Will it hurt you?"
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He'll stop before it reaches Guppy, if he has to. After all, it's sharp.
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Not so close that he's in Guppy's range, but close enough that Guppy is in his. Longer arms are a longer sword do have their good points.
He feints high, then slashes across at Guppy's ribs.
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"Can we take a time out please." he says, "I need to ask a question."
Plus he's out of breath. Unfit Guppy is unfit.
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"You did well. Didn't die, which is better than when we started," he says, heading back toward the boxes. He's not out of breath at all, it seems. "Go on."
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"Drink that."
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"Okay, when I block, what do I do next? How do I swing back without, like, unblocking?"
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