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[fervidus]

You fret far too often over things that are not worthy of such attentions!

Be sure in your strengths and do not neglect to learn from faults and you shall thrive. This is the way of things. You only need to find courage enough to brave it.


Now.

Give me something to fight, I hunger for a release to these tensions! As do you I think.

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[lunging]

Something to fight, or someone?

[fervidus]

Are you offering?

[lunging]

Depends on where we're fighting.

[fervidus]

Oh for honor and practice of course...or fun.

The last is good enough reason for I, if my opponent has the stomach to face me.

[lunging]

[There's a roll of his eyes and a rather disgusted snort.]

If I can battle to your back after you've been laid in mud, I am certain my stomach can handle looking you dead on.

[fervidus]

[What was that? Was that a challenge there?]

If you can pull your gaze long enough away from a mirror, then perhaps.

[lunging]

[God, Sif, get a sense of humor.]

I see no mirrors.

[fervidus]

[NO]

Shocking. Truly.

But now I find my fervor for battle waning. Clearly this would be too easy.

[lunging]

Not so ready to rush in? I am aware that battles of the tongue are too brutal for you, Sif, we all you know you have barely enough wit to fill a teaspoon.

[Layman's terms for FIGHT ME]

[fervidus]

And yet still I hold twice as much as you.

[BRING IT]

But I know blood does make Fandral terribly faint. Would be a great tragedy to scar your face! How would you ever attract a husband then?

[lunging]

You claim and wit and yet take the easiest insult one can toss at me. Sif. That is so...telling.

Unpleasant.

Beneath you.

[Hey Sif you know what should beneath you]

[fervidus]

[Get out Fandral.]

It were not my fault it is so easy. You make it so!

[lunging]

Ah, so you confess: Lady Sif, taker of the easy way.