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- He didn't quite need training. Bazael had done more than enough of that for him last night. But Ben didn't need to know that, not yet.
- Sagi gave the weapon a few test swings, surprised at how familiar the sword felt in his hands, as if he'd held it hundreds- no, thousands- of times. "So this is what one of these things feels like." He murmured to himself, inspecting the blade with curious eyes. With his free hand he reached up and ran a finger down the blade just a bit. He looked at it and nodded. "That's the real deal huh?" He glanced at Ben and raised a brow, already falling into a stance that was familiar to his body, but unfamiliar to him. Like the sword, it was like he had done this many times.
- 'Breathe.' Bazael told him. 'Look for openings.' Sagi nodded and grinned at Ben. "Just one strike right? I've never done this before, so sorry if I hurt you!" He took a deep breath and brought the weapon into both hands. He ducked a bit and moved the weapon to his hip, breathing deep.
- The world around him seemed to slow and suddenly, it was only him and Ben with his silly stance and his intimidating sheath. It might not have been able to cut him, but it'd undoubtedly still hurt. Especially if Ben was as good at using it as he was his sword. But Sagi was in the Zen. He was focused, just like Bazael had taught him.
- 'Strike on the exhale.'
- He exhaled and rushed Ben, eyes scanning for an opening. He thought he'd found one on his left side and grinned, skidding to a stop a few feet before Ben and feinting a wild slash to his left into a heavy overhead slash.
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- "Giants, hm?" Denus said, his form slowly changing. He'd gone from a handsome older man to a rather androgynous being with gentle features and a kind face. Their golden eyes shined brightly, beset with heavy bags and their silken black hair hung to the floor, pooling into a small pile beneath their seat. "That sounds rather... uncomfortable." Their voice had changed too, becoming softer with a slight lilt. They let out a quiet yawn. "Has the thought that perfection is boring ever occured to you, Riley?" They asked, also drawing a card and frowning.
- Unfortunate.
- "I can assure you it gets pretty boring. Why do you think I created Creators? Other than so I can sleep. I'm curious to know.
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