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"That's for the teachers." He still sat on her back. "My job is to fight others and get better myself. That's your job, too." He hesitated. "You- could always ask Cadence."
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“That’s dumb. Biology and souls got nothing to do with each other. If ya had no soul, you’d just be a drooling dog of your instincts, lacking ethical thought.” He crossed his arms, lifting his chin proudly. He’d remembered something from ethics class.
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“So... you’re a demony thing?”
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“Someone got trigger happy with a sharpie after you fell asleep in lecture?”
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He stiffened. “The Queen? Whatchya got to do with her? And maybe you should talk out your thoughts. It’ll help ya figure out what you can do and what you shouldn’t.”
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"Yeah, but you sure as heck weren't gonna win," he said, "And I'm sure if you save up the right stuff, you can knock someone out. Like... five. Ten punches? Given in a burst, or in a lot of bursts one after the other? I'm guessing that's what you did, cuz it sure felt like you hit me." He raised an eyebrow. "Better yet, you could learn how to give a punch."
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"Jeez, are you happy now?" he asked, sitting on her back. "Now, do you want to replace your actual weapon, or do you need to get lobbed in the face again so you can try smacking me?"' He folded his arms and crossed his legs, still perched on the small of her back. "If you need to save up damage to deal damage, don't let on so early, dolt. You need to learn how to outlast a fight and take multiple hits, so when you do whatever you did, you can instantly overwhelm your opponent. What you did, though, it might be best in a one on one fight. I don't think it'd hold up against a lot of opponents."
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He approached and got close. This time, he wasn't taking chances. There was a reason she'd demanded that he hit her before she could do anything powerful. He wasn't going to play into that. He went for a grapple.
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"I don't get you at all," he was saying, hands on his hips. "I'm trying to take you to get you all set up so as you can learn how to protect yourself, and all you want is to get beaten up. And now you're doing another pretend ninja pose. I think I'm done talk-" The explosion of force pushed him backward. He felt the force of the hit he'd given her, and he staggered backward. He was better off, since he was taller, and since it had hit him in the chest and not the face. Still, he looked down at his chest, stunned, where the front of his already ragged shirt had torn. A purplish bruise was already settling on his sternum. "Alright, so we're doing this," he said, and lowered himself into a fighting stance.
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“What the heck are you on about?” He asked, dropping his guard, standing relaxed. “I don’t understand you at all.”
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He grunted, spun on his heel, and fudging decked her, full force, in the face, with enough power to kock a teenager on his butt.
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Vespyr tilted his head. "I am a tool. I am a monster. People can be both, my friend. Should you pose a better plan, perhaps a more idealized one, I will gladly consider it. But with an ancient one like her, who desires nothing but destruction... I see no other path. But I do not see many things. I appreciate your perspective."
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"I'm not going to punch a small girl outside of a match. You trying to get me expelled or kicked out or suspended or something?" He frowned at her. "You have a mouth, so talk! It's not like I'm just happy to punch ya senseless."
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“Punch yerself, then,” he snorted, “or use yer words.”
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"No. The Queen must be killed, and her followers routed." He lowered his head. "There are those who are her prisoners, captive to her will through her influence. There are those who would willingly die for her twisted rhetoric. This is a war. I will be killing. I have killed. I am a murderer, Sparrow. I can only hope to murder the worst of monstrosities."
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He sighed, then flicked her forehead. "There. That enough?"
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“Tempting as that is, you’ve already proven how unsatisfying that’s gonna be,” Corwin smirked. “Why are you hiding it? You said you used a weapon.” Vespyr sighed and dropped his arms to his sides, lowering himself to the ground. His foolish friend was projecting lofty notions of kingship and grandeur onto him. “I am no king. I am a temporary tyrant, my friend. Once the Queen is defeated, I can fade into obscurity, and grant power to those better suited to hold it. I act now only to preserve life in the only way I can see.” Vespyr glared at his friend, which wasn’t much of a glare, as he was scarred and eyeless. “You have never been my foe, and this goal is not about fulfilling your ideals.”
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"You ask if I will dominate through death," Vespyr said, "But I do not seek to dominate. "They dominated through force," Vespyr said lightly, "And so have I, despite how humane most people consider my actions to be." Vespyr had been about to unleash some of what he'd absorbed right back at the Brother, but he stopped as well. "I do not seek justification or forgiveness. Those are beyond me. I do what I must to save whomever I can. After this assault on the Queen, I do not know my fate or future."
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"Tha's not what I asked," he sighed, "Everyone's got a story, and most of 'em are all the same. What's your weapon?"
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“No,” Vespyr said, taking the hit. It, again, didn’t seem to do the expected amount of damage. Vespyr was absorbing the force of it.
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“How are you gonna fight, then?” He asked, dropping his fists. “Jeez, you’re just signing up to get beat, just to talk. Oh, alright. I can’t hold much of a grudge. You might be weird and rude, but you don’t mean no harm.” He sighed. “C’mon. Let’s get you something. What do you fight with, usually?”
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"The hell are you doing?" he asked, putting his hands on his hips. "Ain'tchya got a weapon or a power or anything?" Vespyr smiled, the expression stretching his skin oddly. "Yes," he agreed, "I am not fighting you creatively right now." He lowered himself, staying close, keeping his moves reactive to Sparrow's attacks.
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((Ooooooh. So Janice could also be a security risk that no one will consider! Interesting... )) He lunged at her in a boxer’s stance, landing a wary fist in her shoulder. Did she... even know how to fight?
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((Is Trace actively ignoring the condition that she needs to stay out?)) “That’s why you signed up, isn’t it? So you don’t die when we go fight, right? So practice then.”
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He shrugged. “You’re wasting my training time if we’re just going to stand around arguing. You want to talk? Fight.”
