So- you some kind of soldier or bounty hunter?
Bounty hunter? -looks confused- Soldier? -looks even more confused-
Hmm. Good. Similar heights are good for this kind of thing.
-nods to Lena and the droids-
-Harrald walks the lonely forest-
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-And immediately exchanges a flurry of jabs, punches, parries, and kicks-
-Its a blur of hits and parries-
-While the droids stops for a moment-
-Before their arms and legs becomes a blur and metal impacting metal rapidly-
всегда верен-Lautrec leans against the wall by his bonfire in his basement room-
-watching the sparring with practice knives-
-making sure to pick up on any places where technique is faltering-
-he notices Solomon out of the corner of his eye- Greetings.
-raises an eyebrow at Samus' explanation-
Huhhh? Are they stealing my job of protecting her? -points a thumb at Dr.9-
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-She smiles back, and heads back home-
-Into the room, passing Solomon on the way with the box out of the way in her haversack-
-And into the basement-
Got it. And—I asked for a better sparring partner as well, along one for 63 here.
Oh—Hi, Lautrec.
-Nods- Greeting, 61. 62.
-61/62 salutes 63-
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