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	[color=silver]"Aww, does that mean you don't like my chatter? Shame, I rather enjoy it myself really. It'll grow on you, cross my heart and hope to die."[/color] Ansgar rebuked the remark of shutting up as the young man joined him on the stage and, despite his chatter, took a quick look over him to get a sizing up. Bit taller than him, wielded a baseball bat, based off his tone and stance the aggressive sort that didn't take kindly to, well, just about anything really. Cocky too, considering his opening statement, and he grinned as the challenger kept his left hand on his weapon. Casually drawing his paired revolvers, he spun them rapidly and made an act out of it, catching them in a grip that, if it wasn't for the bayonet blades that were currently jutting out beneath the barrel of each, would have looked rather odd for pistols. Grinning, he offered a low bow, eyes never leaving his opponent.

	[color=silver]"To the victor, nothing outside of bragging rights really. Not even those, considering the restrictions. Let's see if you can actually shut me up, tall, dark, and broody."[/color] Rising up, he reckoned the opening move would be his, and crossed the gap between them in a fast blitz, showing he was as fast in movement as he was running his mouth. He would feint a strike from his right hand bayonet, seeing if he could bait out his opponent into a guard or otherwise act. He had to gauge what his opponent would do, combat wise, and then go from there. Might as well rile him up too, anger clouded the judgement after all, and he already seemed rather willing to get heated over mindless chatter and banter.