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28th Combo

Who: Lloyd Irving and Mat Cauthon
Where: Winespring Inn
When: Backdated a week ago
Style: Whichever!
Status: Closed

[Lloyd had been toying with this idea for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more it appealed. Sure, it'll mean changes, but he can deal with that. First, though, he needs to talk to Mat. After all, it isn't just Lloyd's decision to make. Mat has more than a say in it, too.

So today, instead of heading straight into the forge, Lloyd pokes his head into the Inn itself, looking for his one-eyed friend.]

Hey, Mat? You here?

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[~~And then I realize I should replay to look at Beast again.~~

"Luckiest guy in the world" might not be too farfetched, actually. Keeping at least some of his footing during that is by no means the craziest thing he's ever done.

Blocking this would probably be the better idea, but it's not the one Mat decides to go with. Instead blocking, he spins the polearm, using the butt of the staff to try and hit Lloyd's chest - maybe knock him back. The bladed end is close to where it'd need to be to block, but not quite.]

[~~Haha, I know the feeling.~~

He had been expecting at least an attempt at a block. He hadn't expect Mat to attack instead, and the move catches Lloyd off guard. The butt of the staff hits, knocking Lloyd off balance. With a grunt, he stumbles, and his attack swings wide. His blade might score a glancing blow at best, but that's the least of his worries.

Dammit, no-!

He can only hope he manages to jump back in time before Mat can take advantage.]

[Mat lets out a low hiss at the feeling of the blade cutting his arm a little, but he's dealt with worse.

He doesn't know if this'll hit Lloyd - the change in depth perception still confuses him sometimes - but it's how he usually fights, so as soon as the polearm stops spinning, he kicks out.

Whether or not it hits the other, it still gives Mat a moment to breathe.]

[Blood for blood. Lloyd feels a marginal sense of triumph at the hit, but the fight's far from over yet.

Luckily for him, he's already jumping back when Mat lashes out with his foot. Otherwise, he might well have been caught by surprise. They'd been fighting with only their weapons so far. He hadn't expected an attack from Mat's feet! But the attack falls short by just a few inches - then farther once Lloyd backs off, circling warily.]

You're pretty good. You're not holding back, are you?

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[Mat turns slowly, to always keep Lloyd within his vision. Does Lloyd really need an answer to that? Too bad.]

Are you?

[Mat's pretty flaming sure that he isn't holding back. Sure, he hasn't shown Lloyd all of the possible things he can do yet, but he isn't slacking off.

He's just been a bit wary of that second sword. Fighting multiple people at once is fine, but they'd only ever used one weapon at a time.]

I'm just getting warmed up.

[Despite the cocky words, though, he's just as wary as Mat. Mat hasn't pulled anything like a mana technique yet, but he did pull a dagger Lloyd hadn't realized he'd been carrying. How many other weapons might he have on him? A dagger like that first one could be even more deadly than a spell. He'd have no warning, no building mana, no chant to tip him off.

I'll just have to be faster.

The thought's barely formed before he's lunging again, boosting his speed with mana as he attacks so that his blades seem to blur in quick, rapid strikes.]

Sword Rain!

[He doesn't respond. He may not know how truthful Lloyd's being, but it's silly to wait breath in a fight.

Enough to make a race of warriors impressed, Lloyd. He's only pulled out one so far. One.

Light, he still has no idea how Lloyd's doing that. He makes a low sound as he attempts to block all the strikes, quickly pulling the dagger hidden in his other sleeve and throwing it-- not bothering to aim.

Don't hurt the boy too bad.

Hopefully his luck'll listen because, burn him, one of those fast strikes got through in that moment. It doesn't feel like it hit him too badly so he doesn't back off, keeping both hands on the ashandarei ready to block again if need be.]

[Mat's luck must have been listening, because when the dagger strikes, it strikes handle-first - but right into Lloyd's temple, clocking him hard enough to make him stagger, stars dancing across his vision.]

Ngh!

[Still trying to recover, all he can do is stumble back, blindly lifting a blade to fend Mat off in case he presses his attack.]

[When Mat looked and saw Lloyd stagger back, he thought for a moment that he'd done more damage than he'd meant to. TOO CLOSE, LUCK. TOO BLOODY CLOSE.

Holding back and doing everything as if they were trying to kill each other are different things, so Mat stays back for a moment, quickly pulling two more daggers from his boots to store in his sleeves.

That done, he advances, swinging the ashandarei in a slow pattern.]

[It confuses Lloyd at first when Mat doesn't press his advantage, until he reminds himself that they're not really trying to fight each other to the death. He gratefully takes the reprieve to recover, backing up another few steps when Mat starts to advance. Once the last of the sparkles disappear from his vision, though, he steps forward, swinging a sword to test this new defense.]

[The slow pattern isn't so much a defense as keeping his arms moving so he's able to react faster, but he still blocks, holding the polearm steady, and strikes out with a foot.

No point in not, since he can recover his balance quickly enough if he's knocked back by a push from the boy.

He's not sure that they even need to continue much longer; Lloyd seems like he'd be able to protect himself for at least a little while again a Forsaken.]

[Lloyd's starting to wonder the same thing. How long is this spar going to last? It feels like they're pretty evenly matched up, so unless one of them gets a lucky shot or decides to go all out in trying to kill the other, they could probably go at it for a good long while.

He jumps back and away, dodging the kick, though that keeps him from launching an attack of his own.]

So, what do you think? Am I good enough?

[While he talks, he starts collecting his mana again. He can't do too many techniques without draining himself, but he should be good for at least a few more surprises if Mat wants to keep going with this fight.]

[Mat plants his weapon on the ground, leaning against it. He may still be ready with a dagger, but he'd be a little slow with the ashandarei if they continue.]

You'd be able to hold them off for at least a little while if they don't use the One Power on you, so yeah. Welcome to the Winespring.

[The Forsaken using the One Power kinda makes most of this spar pointless, but, if for some reason they didn't or couldn't, Lloyd would be fine.

He extends a hand to Lloyd.]

That was fun.

[Lloyd cautiously lowers his swords when it looks like the spar is over, then straightens and smiles, sliding them back into their sheaths.]

Thanks. Yeah, it was.

[He accepts Mat's hand, giving it a firm shake.]

You're pretty good. How many daggers do you have?

[He blinks. He hasn't counted them in a while...]

I have...

[A couple in each sleeve, several in each boot, one in his hat, one in his belt buckle, one on the small of his back, one in his scarf, one hanging close to the medallion...He feels like he's forgetting some.]

A lot of daggers.

[They're really useful, okay?]

Choose a room that doesn't have stuff in it.

[There are only three with stuff, one looking used frequently, the others like someone goes in to make sure things don't disappear.]

Sheehs, you don't wear them when you take a bath, do you?

[He's teasing. He's pretty sure Mat wouldn't go that far.]

It's probably a pain getting them all off, though. And getting them all back on.

[He takes a moment to wipe the sweat off his brow, then nods.]

An empty room. Got it. I'll let you know which I pick.

[Wear them? No...Keep them next to him? Yes.

So he just won't say anything to that, smiling instead.]

Better a pain than being defenseless if I drop this.

[He indicates the ashandarei, wiping his own face.]

Alright.

Yeah, I guess I can understand that.

I'm gonna go cool off, then go start moving my stuff. [A soft smile.] Thanks, Mat.

[He lifts his hand, then goes in to find said bathroom and rinse off a bit of the sweat.]

[He watches him go for a moment before shaking his head and collecting his two daggers.

Lloyd's a kinda odd kid.]

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28th Combo

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wait was supposed to be waste. I dunno how I typoed that

Haha, I figured. XD

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I actually have thought about where he has all those--

Haha

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