He shoves upwards, flipping into a handstand, then upright. He charges her again, swinging both swords in an arc before feinting and hooking one behind her leg. He yanks her off her feet and dances backwards. "Is that it? C'mon, Arty. I want a real fight."
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"No water magic from you, no combat avatar from me. Deal?" Adam shifts down into a defensive stance. "We'll decide that when it happens, yeah?" he responds, then lunges at her.
"No promises, unless you promise to not use your water," he shoots back, drawing the twin khopeshes.
Adam rolls his eyes. "Those are still the words of a little girl, Arty. I think," he says, stalking out into the center of the arena and stowing the decanter in the Duat, "you'll have to beat me to get some." He smirks and beckons to her.
Adam smirks and hums."I dunno, Arty. Are you old enough to drink? I am when I'm back home, but I just don't know if it's safe for a little girl like you," he teases, lazily strolling towards the arena.
Adam pulls a glass decanter out of the Duat, swirling the amber liquid inside around. "Yeah, Arty, why do you want alcohol?"
Leila takes pulls out the cleaning gloves and hip-bumps Artimes out of the way. "Go spar. I've got these. No arguments or booze, please."
Adam stands and stretches. "I would, but I promised Artimes a fight. Sorry, Ivy."
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Adam finishes his food as Jacob darts out of Ivy's room and Ivy leaves slowly. He raises an eyebrow. "You good?"
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