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Who: Fuel, Lucas
What: Two boys beat each other with sticks.
Where: The stadium
When: Friday, Sept. 3
Warnings: uh. Fuel and Lucas. Better call Fiddy, 'cause things are gonna get hella G up in here.

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Fuel, on the other hand, had hardly ever even picked up a weapon. He'd thrown rocks at those weird chimeras when they began to appear on Nowhere Island, but that was mostly useless, and all it really did was annoy them. But now he was here, at a place that called itself a fighting school, and he still didn't know how. Sure, there were probably plenty of people here who didn't, or couldn't, fight, but weird things still happened here. Weird things that could be scarier than the chimeras, and couldn't be avoided just by walking a little faster. Even if he was by far not the only one who couldn't fight, he still felt that he should learn. Claus had promised to teach him how to use a sword, but when he just kept on putting off the lessons, Fuel began to come to the stadium on his own on occasion, hoping to pick something up from those he watched. Mostly, he just wound up daydreaming.

Seeing Lucas there, though, was quite a surprise. Fuel had never seen him fight, and was only vaguely aware that he probably could -- and even then, he had his doubts. But even if Lucas wasn't a great fighter, he'd know better than Fuel, and it was a start. So Fuel wasted no time in getting up from his spot on the bleachers, and dashing down to his friend.

"Hey! Hey, Lucas!"

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Lucas was probably just as surprised as Fuel was, to be honest. The other Tazmily's Fuel may have been one of the many villagers to rush in and fight off the Porky Bots, but it was still a little difficult to reconcile the villagers of that world with the ones he knew here; it was still a little hard to think of Fuel as a fighter. Still, it was a fighting school, right? And Fuel was a lot more fearless than Lucas was. It shouldn't have been that surprising, should it?

"Fuel...? Are you here to practice, too?" Lucas lowered his stick, a vaguely confused look on his face. "I... I didn't know you fought."

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"I don't," Fuel answered. "Well, I was gonna learn, Claus said he'd teach me how to fight with a sword, but we haven't really gotten around to it yet. I like watching people train, though." As he continued his explanation, he began to take experimental swings at a sandbag with an imaginary stick. "I mean, isn't this place supposed to teach fightin' or something? It'd be kinda silly if I came here and didn't learn anything."

He paused in his imaginary swings, and looked over at Lucas. "I didn't think you seemed the type to fight much. Haha, maybe you could teach me a thing or two!"

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"Well... I don't really like fighting, but... knowing how to has come in useful. I don't think I'm as good as Claus, but I can definitely show you what I know."

In a way, the idea was a little exciting -- Lucas had never really seen himself as being good enough at anything to teach anyone else about it, let alone something that only tough people did. Fuel definitely wasn't the type to go around bullying anyone, so giving him a few pointers certainly couldn't hurt, right? Lucas looked down at the lone stick in his hands, then over to Fuel's imaginary swings. "Oh... but just hold on one second, okay?"

He moved over to the stadium's controls, poking blindly at a few buttons. He wasn't quite sure how it worked, admittedly, but it had to be one of these, right...? A bright orange flower winked into being. Then a Mr. Saturn plopped down, ambling aimlessly away. A pokeball, a turtle shell... there! A beam sword. He picked this up and held it out to Fuel.

"Here. You can use this."