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Date & Time: 06.18 and on;
Location: Asch's basement, outside, anywhere;
Characters: the Dan, their uncles, anybody else involved?! I am losing track. people. six degrees of separation. tag yourselves!!
Summary: as usual, anti-spam mingle log due to numerous interactions between numerous people. action, voice, text, video, post-its.
Warnings: bombs?!

They thought that trips to Alaska and getting shots would be the beginning of a relaxing break. Instead they got quarantines and bombs and people getting mad at them. Big. Sigh.

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Because right now, if your primary hand gets injured, you'll be useless afterwards.

[It's a very practical reason! Luke can't cast fonic artes, so an injury to his sword hand really would put him out of commission. There's not enough room in the basement to try teaching him to cast (and Asch would rather not risk burning the place down), but this works, too.]

-- oh. [Yeah, that's actually working logic. Good job, Asch.

He looks at his hands, then switches his sword to his right hand. It feels like he's holding his sword backwards. He doesn't like it at all, and it shows on his face.

Trying to do this shit is sending him seriously off balance. Ughhh.]

[Asch can't help but chuckle a little at that expression - yep, he remembers trying to manage the same thing, years ago. Right now, it'd probably be nearly as difficult for him to use his left hand as it is for Luke to use his right.

...Well, can't hurt. He flips his sword to his left hand in turn - fair is fair, after all - and takes a step away from the wall.]

Spar me.

[Luke's eyebrows jump up. Spar? Spar is... less serious than a duel, but he still worries. It's in the way his lip turns downward at the suggestion and he glances over where he'd hurt Asch before.]

Are you sure?

[Even as he says it, he's turning and facing Asch properly, sword in a ready position. Which he keeps double-checking.]

... I'm not sure this is a good idea. I feel like I might hurt myself before I can even get a hit on you.

[He makes a small, annoyed noise, stretching that left shoulder a bit so that it doesn't cramp up.]

Give yourself a little credit.

[Because it's really aggravating when Luke doesn't - especially now that Asch has had his ass kicked by his replica. It's putting them both down.]

In theory, you're capable of anything I am. And I switched with much less experience than you have now and managed to not cut off anything vital.

[Whoa. Did Asch just say that?

... He sure did. Something else catches Luke's attention, though.]

So you really were born left-handed...

Did you actually doubt it?

[Good job, Luke, you're dumb.]

I was roughly ambidexterous in everything but writing around the time you were born, but I've lost most of my skill with my left hand since then.

[He's not talking about why. It's emotionally complicated.]

["Born" instead of "created" or "made"-- has he always been this receptive?]

Well, I only ever heard it from other people. Mostly because they wanted me to use my right hand, too. I didn't like it at all.

[He adjusts his grip on his sword.]

Ready?

Obviously.

[And that with a glance down to Luke's hands - yeah, you didn't even try at all, replica. Then again, Luke hadn't had very much ambition to rule the country, either.

Asch stretches his wrist a bit, causing a small pop in the joints - ]

Ready when you are.

[That was always more Asch's deal, yeah.

As soon as Asch says he's ready, that's when Luke prepares himself. He's the one to charge in first, but his move itself is cautious. He tries to score a light hit on Asch's right shoulder.]

[It's pretty obvious, immediately, that Asch is taking this less seriously than he did the actual duel - his entire stance is more relaxed, although his movements are a bit more sure of themselves than Luke's when he brings his blade up to parry the attack.

This is no great battle of identity - it's training for Luke, and a refresher for him, and to a lesser extent, it's a way of working his endurance back up again after that illness. There's some tiredness in his bones, still, but nothing like it was a few days ago.

If nothing else, he knows Luke isn't going to push him farther than he's capable of going. It's a weird sort of trust, even as their blades clash, that there's no risk of him being hurt here.]

[Asch's way of handling this makes Luke feel better, oddly enough. He's not as serious about this as he was the duel. It's practice, maybe even fun, and not at all like a fight to the death. Or a fight for life.

Luke pulls back from the parry, but tries to get in a thrust before Asch can counter. If it actually hits, there won't be any hurt of course-- he's off in the way that people fencing for sport are usually off.]

[In a real fight, it would be been a near-miss, a small scrape - in this case, though, it just splits a few threads on Asch's long sleeved shirt as he spins to counterattack. His blade goes high, and he kicks out low as a counterpoint, leaving Luke not much room to dodge in the middle.

He's kind of enjoying it, really - that's almost a smile.]

[Aw shit. Luke raises his free arm to block that kick. Their blades collide, but there's no strength in his side of the parry and he's sent staggering backwards. Consider that a point.

Luke recovers quickly, however, and sweeps in to try tapping Asch's unguarded side.]

[It's a blow he can't quite parry, one he knows he'd be able to handle if they were using their dominant hands, but that's neither here nor there. A slight rip in his sleeve is a point to Luke.

And then they're back at it again - the great thing about their fighting style is that even though the blade is carried one-handed, the other hand is pretty well involved with a varity of uppercuts and other punches. It's one of those that's coming for Luke now -

Suddenly, having his sword in his off-hand isn't such a bad thing.]

[Luke is thinking something similar. He actually moves to punch Asch at the same time, so both of them ought to be getting a face full of fist.]

-- ow!

[Good fucking job you two.]

[Oh, not this shit again. Stupid isofonic synchronication...

Asch pulls back immediately, rubbing at his jaw with a curse under his breath - it's somehow funny, though, and there's a grin on his face that actually turns into a chuckle, almost a laugh.]

Damn... I can't believe we did that again.

[Luke rubs at the sore spot on the side of his jaw, then stops and stares as he realizes Asch is actually enjoying this.

He looks puzzled... and then he breaks out into a big smile.]

Hey, it got you to laugh!

...Don't be stupid!

[Tsuntsun powers activate.]

It's annoying as hell, that's all!

[TSUN HARDER, ASCHU]

Admit it, you like sparring. It's fun.

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