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Tyler: Practice! He's never held a knife before, he has to start off small. Honestly, why am I the only responsible one? |
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Ariethous; Small? Machetes aren't small- Machetes are like- They're tiny- My starter was a freaking Gladius, my second one was a Falchion- And you're saying to start him off with a tiny little Machete?? |
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Eva *Looking at her game, eating a lolipop*: Remember, slash don't stab. You can do more damage. |
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Tyler: He's a stick! He has to start out much smaller, because he clearly wasn't fed right. WHICH I'M FIXING! *Throws actual polearm into the treeline and retrieves it with a rabbit skewered on the end* Food! Good food, too. Come, cub, consume. Ethan, whisper-signing to Axel: Why are they fighting over this? |
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Ariethous; And you think I wasn't a stick when I started? I was 13 and nowhere near his size! And an Anelace isn't even half the size of a Gladius! |
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Tyler: But he's a starved stick! Also, machetes are just considerably easier to get a hold of. Even when he graduates to something more useful, he'll have at least the basics in a real common thug knife. Not many people carry around good swords nowadays. I'm being practical! Ethan: Axel, help, how do I stop this? I don't need a machete! |
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Cal: A machete should be fine for Ethan you blood thirty maniacs. I use a pocketknife, and, before anyone yells at me, I just like this one better because it is faster okaysodontgetmadatmegotit. |
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Ariethous; Technically 100 lbs at 5' 1" is better than where I was when I started, 4' 7" and 75 lbs- And so what if normal people don't carry swords on them? That means he would have a better range than normal people! He wouldn't even have to get that close to anyone! |
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Cal: I need to start a fuckin' list of all the reasons you idiots worry me. This is going on that list. |
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Axel: *major confusion and worry* Okay... No... Stop please Ethan:*silent suffering* I feel threatened with over-protective violence Leroy: *sitting in the back sharpening a war ax* So... Who are we killing again? Axel and Ethan: *worried screeching* |
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