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[stuck_mynock]

Atton is out back, swinging a sword about.

It's more of a sped-up kata than anything - a string of movements done very, very fast.

Botherable.

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[ostro_goth]

"Greetings, Atton Rand," Teja says.

He has not spoken to his friend in a while.

[ostro_goth]

Teja almost yelps with surprise: - he has stopped wearing greaves many months ago, and has never before regretted it. Then, as they are being unconventional, he pokes the butt of his axe into Atton's midriff.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton grins, brightly, bringing his sword up and around to then swing up at Teja's side.

[ostro_goth]

Teja swings his axe to parry again, with great force; then swings ot around to strike.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton moves back and to the side, sliding out of the way.

[ostro_goth]

The axe, with its great momentum, hits the ground.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton brings one foot down towards the heft of the axe, intending to either push it out of Teja's hand or pin it to the ground, and brings his sword up towards Teja's throat.

[ostro_goth]

Teja does not let got of the axe, but pinned it is.

And beaten he is. The brief nod with his eyes acknowledges this.-

[stuck_mynock]

Atton grins, giving Teja a nod before flicking his sword away.

[ostro_goth]

"You are truly good, Atton Rand," Teja says.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton beams.

"I am! So are you."

[ostro_goth]

"We are both brilliant -- and now?" Teja says, pulling his axe fro the ground.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton thinks for a moment.

"We should find Guppy, and make him wear a bonnet, and then throw him in the lake. That's always good fun."

[ostro_goth]

"Do you do that often?" Teja asks.

[stuck_mynock]

"Not often. Also, usually not at the same time."

[ostro_goth]

"One hopes you will never try doing that to me," Teja says.