We are the Warriors. (Open, Weapon Sparring)

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    He was glad that this at least was still safe.


    The stagon wandered back into King's Landing, his old sword and scabbard on his back as he pranced proudly along the streets. The dragon sword that was given to him by the last Arryn Warden rested on his shoulders, looking a little worn from disuse, but the handle that looked a lot like a dragon head, with ruby eyes included, was still shining as bright as it did when he received the sword. It was his new reminder that failure here was not an option anymore.


    He walked into the training grounds, looking around before he called out, "Anyone who is good with weapon combat...who wants to play?" Eversong smirked.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][color=black][font=arial][size=9pt] Strider preferred to use his claws, but he did have a sword. It was a finely made weapon, one he got from a merchant quite awhile back. The cheetah padded over to the prancing stagon and grinned. "I'm up for it- Whatcha got Eversong?" The new heir challenged, drawing his sword.




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    How well do you know Ace?


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    »Wish I could be like the cool kids – 'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.«
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    "I'll watch." Ace said as she came over, taking a seat.
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    [color=white]Moon had never been quite accustom to weapons, he very much shared Vienna's view of how stupid creatures looked with them. However, when used by the correct being, they could be quite majestic. The youth simply stood to the side, becoming one of the many lookers on.