[And it is coarse and unpleasant. People have been known to hate it.
This time, Riz doesn't try to dodge. Rather, he tries going for a parry. He won't be able to hold Mando's sword off with pure strength, but maybe with enough of a nudge he can redirect it just so and be close enough for a sneak attack.
[Mando isn't some wuss-ass Jedi, though, so getting sand in weird places doesn't bother him that much.]
[Riz's block does, in fact, redirect Mando's sword, and Mando makes a soft oofing noise when Riz punches him in the leg. The kid aimed around the beskar, the little brat, so it stings where he connected.]
Has Boober been showing you what we work on? That was a good parry.
[Too bad Mando is going to keep up the heat and keep pushing forward! He's willing to take a few hits when he knows he only has to get Riz once.]
[After Riz had obtained his Sword of Shadows, Fabian had insisted on giving him some sword lessons over the summer. Something about how his improper handling was an affront to swordfighters everywhere.
(Personally, Riz thinks it may have had more to do with Fabian needing any sort of distraction after killing his dad, which Riz understood more than anyone.)
On the second parry, Riz's leg gives a twinge, making him stumble ever so slightly. Not enough for Mando to get a hit in, but enough that Riz has to add an awkward dodge roll to the move to fully clear the sword, leaving him pretty unguarded for a follow-up attack.]
[Mando notices how Riz stumbles, and so he doesn't go for a full attack. Instead, he taps Riz in the ribs with his sword, then pulls back, falling into a defensive position.]
[Of course, Riz is familiar with the sensation of burning muscles. Just... usually it comes at the end of a long and involved battle. Or hours of sparring. Or even just running across town all day on an investigation. It doesn't come after barely two turns of sparring.]
And don't tell Fabian that. His ego is already so big.
[Yeah, yeah, he won't praise your friend, Riz. Not in front of you, at least.]
All right, I won't go easy on you then.
[Lies. He's going exactly easy enough to make it look like he's not going easy on him at all. It's a fine line to walk, and Mando aims another jab at Riz's legs.]
[Riz tries to avoid the jab, but this time, his leg buckles underneath him, sending him to one knee.]
Shit!
[There is no avoiding Mando's strike. Best he can do is smack at his arm with his own wooden sword, but considering all the armor, it's probably about as useful as just straight up punching him in the (armoured) face.]
[Riz could try and punch Mando if he wants. It won't do much, but he's welcome to try.]
[Mando lands his jab, but he pulls the strike, really only giving Riz's leg a firm tap rather than an actual strike. Then he stops, knocking Riz's sword away with his arm, and stands there, his own sword dangling at his side.]
Damn straight they won't see you until afterwards. I'll let you up into the rafters to really mess with them.
[Hell, they can even go in a few hours early to let Riz really prowl around and find the best sniping position.]
I know it's tough when you're healing and want to do more. But trust me, you don't want that broken bone to come talking to you every time it rains for the rest of your life.
[Of course, if Mando gives him access to them, he'll have a bit of an easier time getting up there, but he was always going to go there. It's a good place to snipe from!]
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You remembered.
[He's pretty pleased about that!]
You could always start carrying some sand in a pouch. Just in case.
[Mando takes a jab at Riz with his sword.]
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And risk getting sand stuck in my pockets? Do you want Boober to kill me?
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[Geesh, does Riz think Mandalorians walk around with sandy pockets all the time? C'mon on now...]
Nice dodge.
[Going for another jab!]
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[And it is coarse and unpleasant. People have been known to hate it.
This time, Riz doesn't try to dodge. Rather, he tries going for a parry. He won't be able to hold Mando's sword off with pure strength, but maybe with enough of a nudge he can redirect it just so and be close enough for a sneak attack.
(read: punch to the thigh.)]
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[Mando isn't some wuss-ass Jedi, though, so getting sand in weird places doesn't bother him that much.]
[Riz's block does, in fact, redirect Mando's sword, and Mando makes a soft oofing noise when Riz punches him in the leg. The kid aimed around the beskar, the little brat, so it stings where he connected.]
Has Boober been showing you what we work on? That was a good parry.
[Too bad Mando is going to keep up the heat and keep pushing forward! He's willing to take a few hits when he knows he only has to get Riz once.]
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[After Riz had obtained his Sword of Shadows, Fabian had insisted on giving him some sword lessons over the summer. Something about how his improper handling was an affront to swordfighters everywhere.
(Personally, Riz thinks it may have had more to do with Fabian needing any sort of distraction after killing his dad, which Riz understood more than anyone.)
On the second parry, Riz's leg gives a twinge, making him stumble ever so slightly. Not enough for Mando to get a hit in, but enough that Riz has to add an awkward dodge roll to the move to fully clear the sword, leaving him pretty unguarded for a follow-up attack.]
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[Mando notices how Riz stumbles, and so he doesn't go for a full attack. Instead, he taps Riz in the ribs with his sword, then pulls back, falling into a defensive position.]
How's your leg doing?
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[Of course, Riz is familiar with the sensation of burning muscles. Just... usually it comes at the end of a long and involved battle. Or hours of sparring. Or even just running across town all day on an investigation. It doesn't come after barely two turns of sparring.]
And don't tell Fabian that. His ego is already so big.
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[Yeah, yeah, he won't praise your friend, Riz. Not in front of you, at least.]
All right, I won't go easy on you then.
[Lies. He's going exactly easy enough to make it look like he's not going easy on him at all. It's a fine line to walk, and Mando aims another jab at Riz's legs.]
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Shit!
[There is no avoiding Mando's strike. Best he can do is smack at his arm with his own wooden sword, but considering all the armor, it's probably about as useful as just straight up punching him in the (armoured) face.]
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[Mando lands his jab, but he pulls the strike, really only giving Riz's leg a firm tap rather than an actual strike. Then he stops, knocking Riz's sword away with his arm, and stands there, his own sword dangling at his side.]
You need to stretch more.
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No. I need to train more. Work through it.
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[Mando bends and offers Riz a hand, to pull him to his feet.]
The more times you hurt it, the more likely you are to do permanent damage. It's not worth it.
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I'm tired of not being able to do any work. It sucks.
[It's difficult when you measure your life and value by what you can do.]
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[Mando sighs and shakes his head.]
Some of them are getting mouthy and need a lesson.
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[Riz gestures slightly.]
After its over, of course. They won't be seeing me before that.
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[Hell, they can even go in a few hours early to let Riz really prowl around and find the best sniping position.]
I know it's tough when you're healing and want to do more. But trust me, you don't want that broken bone to come talking to you every time it rains for the rest of your life.
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[Of course, if Mando gives him access to them, he'll have a bit of an easier time getting up there, but he was always going to go there. It's a good place to snipe from!]
You just sounded like every old person ever.
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Yeah, I know. And trust me, someday you'll think back on this conversation and realise I was telling the truth.
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Sounds like getting old sucks.
[You know, if one of your rare pleasures if telling other people you told 'em so.]
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