[center][h1][color=ff5000][b]Renar Hagen[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[color=ff5000][b]"Of course I am."[/b][/color] Renar shot back easily, the corners of his lips barely upturning. [color=ff5000][b]"I'd figured a bit of mockery wouldn't go amiss. What else were you expecting when you miss a training bout without being seriously injured, ill, or dead?"[/b][/color]

His jollies gotten, Renar turned back to Lilia with his quarterstaff in hand and stepped forward. 

[color=ff5000][b]"Well, then. Unless you have any objections, or unless Gerard suddenly feels the need to jump in, may I take this bout, Lady Lilia?"[/b][/color] Though Renar had his doubts that Gerard would butt in, now that he'd issued challenge first. The poor fellow had the worst tendency of overthinking in everything outside of the battlefield. Not that Renar wasn't guilty of such, but at least he had a goal behind it. 

All that aside, the Bastard of Brias took his quarterstaff in both hands and lowered his weapon down to his side, tilted almost parallel to the ground in a serpent guard, ready to either strike or defend.


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