Cassandra is working a bag when he comes in, her gloved fists meeting the
leather over and over in sharp, quick blows, occasionally broken by a kick.
When she sees movement in her peripheral vision, she pauses.
And smirks.
"You can just hold a scabbard in your hand like a regular person, you know
that, right?"
Cassandra just rolls her eyes at the description 'semi-archaic'. It's not
like she's never heard anything similar from Varian. Anyway, Jon's the one
who apparently hasn't mastered holding a tube.
She picks up the rapier, pulling it smoothly from the scabbard, weighing
the blade in her hand.
She sheaths the rapier, hangs the scabbard on her belt, and then goes about
inspecting the dagger. It, too, earns a nod of approval.
It's not the Moon Stone, not the sense of invulnerability that came with
it, but it's something. It's a familiar weight, and she feels safer for
having it.
"I'll do you a favor and try not to use these," she drawls.
"I didn't get them for you for decoration. If you need to use them, use them." He huffs a little. "If I thought you were an axe murderer, I wouldn't have gotten them."
"It'd be a sword stuck to a branch," she says, "and I don't think any
self-respecting axe murderer is going to be into that. Can you hold your
own in a fight, Jonny?"
There is a point where he blinks. And then another where he laughs and shakes his head.
"No. No, not even a little. The only thing I can do is handle being stabbed, and even then my pain tolerance is awful." He considers. "And running. I'm very good at running."
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Gym's fine. Thanks.
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[ And she'll get to see him walk in, somewhat awkwardly carrying what she'd asked for mostly under one arm but sort of balancing it with the other. ]
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Cassandra is working a bag when he comes in, her gloved fists meeting the leather over and over in sharp, quick blows, occasionally broken by a kick. When she sees movement in her peripheral vision, she pauses.
And smirks.
"You can just hold a scabbard in your hand like a regular person, you know that, right?"
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But he's making his way to a bench to put it all down on.
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Cassandra just rolls her eyes at the description 'semi-archaic'. It's not like she's never heard anything similar from Varian. Anyway, Jon's the one who apparently hasn't mastered holding a tube.
She picks up the rapier, pulling it smoothly from the scabbard, weighing the blade in her hand.
"....this is nice. Good balance. Thanks."
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He'll settle on the bench beside it, content to watch her checking things over.
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She sheaths the rapier, hangs the scabbard on her belt, and then goes about inspecting the dagger. It, too, earns a nod of approval.
It's not the Moon Stone, not the sense of invulnerability that came with it, but it's something. It's a familiar weight, and she feels safer for having it.
"I'll do you a favor and try not to use these," she drawls.
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"I didn't get them for you for decoration. If you need to use them, use them." He huffs a little. "If I thought you were an axe murderer, I wouldn't have gotten them."
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She smirks.
"If I was a really committed axe murderer, wouldn't a sword be pretty safe?"
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Cassandra just scoffs and reaches for the bottle of water she's been using.
"Sticking a sword to a branch does not make it an axe."
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He gestures with one hand.
"Other than a sword on a stick. Branch. Whatever."
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"It'd be a sword stuck to a branch," she says, "and I don't think any self-respecting axe murderer is going to be into that. Can you hold your own in a fight, Jonny?"
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"No. No, not even a little. The only thing I can do is handle being stabbed, and even then my pain tolerance is awful." He considers. "And running. I'm very good at running."
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"You sound like a lot of people I've met," she says, wryly. "Ever wanted to get any better? At defending yourself, not being stabbed."
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"...you think I could?"
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Cassandra shrugs.
"I think you could try. You're not always going to have your spooky powers here, so."
The port proved that beyond much doubt.
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"I mean, it will," she drawls. "At first. But you've already said you're pretty good at taking a hit."
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"I can pull my punches," she says lightly, shrugging. "I'm not a total monster."
But also pain is a great teacher etc etc.
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"Lemme rephrase. I can pull my punches at first. The idea is getting you to a point where you don't actually have to take a hit," Cassandra says.
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He sighs. And looks around. Then over at her.
"Do I need to do anything or... stretch or something?"
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