[Edge lifts his head, then straightens up with a little tremble in his legs. She might have 'lost', but he's sure coming out of this spar the worse for wear.]
What's with the sour look? You got me good, and that was with me watching you beforehand! [He's certain she'd gone no deeper into her repertoire than he had his own, too. In a real fight, she'd be damnably nasty to face, and he doesn't hesitate to admit it.] I -- well, I don't remember seeing much magic, but I keep expecting you to take a lot longer about the casting than you ever did.
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[Edge lifts his head, then straightens up with a little tremble in his legs. She might have 'lost', but he's sure coming out of this spar the worse for wear.]
What's with the sour look? You got me good, and that was with me watching you beforehand! [He's certain she'd gone no deeper into her repertoire than he had his own, too. In a real fight, she'd be damnably nasty to face, and he doesn't hesitate to admit it.] I -- well, I don't remember seeing much magic, but I keep expecting you to take a lot longer about the casting than you ever did.