redhairedknight | Mission 3 [Voice, eventually Action]

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Mission 3 [Voice, eventually Action]

Adell, I'm ready to spar if you are. Just tell me where you want to do this.

If anyone else is in the mood for training, I'd be happy to help if you don't mind fighting someone who uses swords. I need any opportunity I can get to become stronger, and I'm sure many people here feel would likely feel the same.

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Uh... let's just stick with two swords for now.

Okay.

[In a puff of smoke, two swords appear in Erza's hands. She swings them around a few times before deciding that these are the ones she will use.]

I'm ready to start whenever you are. How long do you want to fight until? Forfeit, unconsciousness, or once we reach a certain number of hits?

[Guybrush holds up his sword.]

Let's go with forfeit.

That sounds good. You can start, seeing as I'm the one who made the challenge.

[In that case, he decides to start with an old standard. He slashed with his sword.]

You fight like a dairy farmer!

[Erza parried the blow, but... Wait, what did he say?]

What are you talking about? I haven't started fighting yet!

[Huh? No one's ever complained about that before...]

O-oh yeah. Let me try that again.

[Trying to force her sword aside.]

My wisest enemies run away at the first site of me!

Really? You don't look all that threatening to me.

[Erza pulls the sword that she used to block away from Guybrush, while at the same time, swings her other sword at his side.]

[Guybrush leaps to the side, to avoid the attack and put space between himself and Ezra. Fighting an opponent with two swords was proving tricky...]

My sword is famous all over the Caribbean!

Can't say I've heard of that place, but there are a lot of places I haven't heard of before.

[Erza held up her swords in a defensive stance, unsure of what Guybrush's next move was going to be.]

[Guybrush is trying to make the decision himself. Maybe the old three-headed monkey trick? Nah, that never works. He takes a quick glance around in hopes of finding something useful, while talking to Ezra to keep her occupied.]

Oh, the Caribbean? That's the chain of islands I'm from. Great place.

[Maintaining her stance, Erza decided to talk during this lull in the sparring session.]

So where did you learn to use a sword?

I was trained by the legendary Captain Smirk on Melee Island.

[Was Smirk famous? Guybrush doesn't really know, but it hardly matters. Guybrush steps forward again, swinging his sword.]

[Erza jumps to her right to avoid the swing and tries to slash at Guybrush's side in retaliation.]

[Guybrush hops back, barely dodging the attack. But Erza makes a gash in his jacket.]

Hey, this is my favorite jacket!

Trust me, if there's one thing I've learned from my job, it's that you can't worry about the state of your clothes when you're fighting.

[Erza runs forward, slashing at either side of Guybrush.]

[Guybrush blocks one sword, but takes a small gash as he tries to avoid the other. He grunts in pain.]

I can see that you don't worry much about clothes. Maybe you ought to start.

What's the point in doing that? Clothes are just that, they can be repaired easily; in combat, your own safety is much more important.

A true master swordsman can defeat his opponent and look good doing it.

[He attempts a stab. It's not really what his sword is made for, but he has to attack her and be able to dodge those swords quickly.]

[Erza jumps back a bit to avoid the stab, the swords in her hands disappearing. In their place appears a bisento, which is more or less a blade on a staff. Upon landing, she swings the weapon horizontally at Guybrush.]

Woah!

[Through some miracle, Guybrush avoids this unexpected attack, but her weapon hits his and knocks the sword from his hand.]

Uh oh...

[With her weapon pointed at Guybrush, Erza stops her assault for now.]

Do you give up? Or do you want to keep going?

Er... yeah. I give up...

[Erza's weapon disappears, and she holds out her hand for a handshake.]

In that case, thank you for the spar. I don't think I got your name, though.

I'm Guybrush Threepwood, might- er, pirate.

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