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19th of Winter, 514.
Yet another unfortunately failed spar. Narick backed away a few steps to try and clear some distance between the two of them, but the squirrel hopped ahead several paces to keep the combat as close as possible. No matter how many times he slashed clumsily with the short-sword, it always missed it's mark and the squirrel even had the time between them to lift the clunky Py-Pole from his side to deflect a blow or two, slapping the flat of the blade with the amber shaft to throw it off-balance before it sliced the little squirrel in two. He may have done well with a bow, but when it came to extreme close-combat with a squirrel, the boy was utterly hopeless and soon surrendered several more steps to clear enough room so that he could sheath the blunt training sword and replace it with a dagger. "Bad move." For all the swiping he did, it always seemed just out of reach, and the pole grew an even larger advantage in its length.
A few chimes later and Narick had to surrender - the squirrel just kept whacking him around the arms and legs with the pole every time he tried to swipe for the nimble little clay rodent. Though his limbs were padded underneath the light leather armor studded with metal, it was still pretty hopeless. "Good try, I guess.." he muttered after finally resheathing the weapons and stretching a little. The squirrel could only really nod in agreement.. it was a good try, after all. Could have been better. That was always the case, though.. there was always a delay; a little fumble. Ser Iros stood off to the side but didn't bother to step forwards.. after all their time together, the Akalak knew that there just wasn't any point trying to catch the squirrel.
"Suppose I'd better find another fighter for you, hmm? You'll be needing the extra training." The Akalak spoke from the side and Narick backed off to a different section of the Training Grounds. Before Iros could turn as well, Arch stopped him with a raised paw and a quiet sigh.
"What's the point, huh? Not like anyone else here is going to be able to do much." He shrugged his shoulders casually, but Iros only frowned. "We've done this a thousand times already. People attack, they miss, I hit them. What's the point even bothering with these people any more? They all do the same shyke, over and over again." Though he didn't mention it, the same could even be said of the Akalak. All the man seemed to do was stab away with his spear and hope to hit his mark. He never did. His Evantia helped, though. Even with the ability to predict where the squirrel was going to end up, he couldn't always slam the tip home before the squirrel had moved yet again.
"You need to remember that not everyone here is as small and agile as you. That doesn't make them poor fighters, though." The squirrel could see what Iros was saying, but it didn't matter, really. There was still one big, glaring fact staring them straight in the eye.
"Good or not, they still can't beat me when it comes down to a fight." It wasn't even boasting. It was a fact! Though even as he said those words, he could hear footsteps approaching from behind and a shadow drawing over his little body. He turned, expecting to see a new challenger.. and instead, all he got was a dirty girl standing with her hips cocked and a little smile on her lips.