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[fasternlightbot]

Who: Illyria, Quick
What: Sparring match
When: March 5th, afternoon
Where: An abandoned harbor on the west coast of Neon and Junk city

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[godkingillyria]

Illyria had taken a sword from the Hyperion's stash of medieval weaponry and scoffed at it. It would have to do for this particular battle, however. It was a simple challenge and she could use, as her first pet has put it, time out. Her footsteps could be heard on the dock as she approached Quick, her sword held firmly in her hand.

"You are the challenger, are you not?" She asked, tilting her head as she looked at Quick.

[fasternlightbot]

Quick spun on his heel and offered her a grin.

"That I am! And that would make you the challengee?" She didn't look the type to get his little joke, but that didn't stop him from saying it.

[godkingillyria]

"I am." Her face stayed in that neutral expression of hers. She did not get the joke per-say, but she understood the meaning. Her old pet would make them constantly as she smacked him around the room.

"What are the rules of this engagement?"

[fasternlightbot]

"No dismemberment. Winner is whoever can disarm, weapon wise, the other."