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[irishfriskey]

I'll update this soon and make it real nice

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[boneofsword]

[Archer takes the hit with a grunt, knowing that his armor will lessen the impact, and kicks Lancer's ribs, using the momentum to spring back.]

[irishfriskey]

[He grunts, sliding back, kicking his leg backwards. He pulls himself back up and starts running towards him again.]

[boneofsword]

[Archer rushes forward for another series of quick strikes.]

You're really good. [perhaps even better suited to be Caster's shinki than him, really.]

[irishfriskey]

You're good as well.

[He blocked every strike before slamming his spear out towards Archer's side.]

We'll have to train together more!

[boneofsword]

Hmph. I have to test if you're worthy of being Caster's shinki. [that's a jab as well as a distraction; Archer fluidly blocks the spear and kicks towards Lancer's knees.]

[irishfriskey]

[He kicks back against that kick, moving to swing the other spear against Archer's other side.]

Should that not be up to him?

[boneofsword]

[Archer jumps back to avoid the hit. It's the advantage Diarmuid has, his weapons suited as well to a close combat as to a longer distance while he has to get close.]

Perhaps. I'd never allow to have someone around that can't watch his back. [forever the pragmatist. Archer follows with a flurry of strikes, each meant to either disarm Diarmuid or push him back.]

[irishfriskey]

In order to watch his back, you have to be able to watch your own!

[He spins his spears, hitting every strike, but it unfortunately makes him start going backwards.]