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(Claire is slightly out of breath and she is wearing an outfit that is a far cry from the one she arrived in. She leans against what looks like a stone pillar, stretching out the muscles in her back.)

I could use an opponent. I can spar all I like against myself, but that won't do me much good.

(Just keep in mind, even without magical powers, she can handle herself just fine. After dusting off her hands, she picks up the communicator and pans the picture, showing that she is right on the edge of the main civilization.)

Bring a weapon. I don't want to be the cause of some tragedy. (Though she will look out for whoever answers her call. This is just her version of "tough love".)

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So just looking for more victims?

But I guess I can't turn down a lady. Nonlethal weapons are fine, right?

If that's how you want to see it.

(Lady. Huh. That will take some getting used to.)

Fine for sparring, but we are close to the wall. I'd rather you be able to protect yourself.

My mentor has a strict no-murder policy. You really think we'll have to kill something?

It's not murder if you're attacked.

I don't know. I'd rather be safe than sorry.

How old are you anyway?

What can I say, he's a soft-hearted guy.

What's dangerous out there? Aside from you, of course.

Changing your mind?

There's a reason for the wall and I've heard stories about large predators.

You're evading.

Large predators, huh? Alright, I'll borrow something with a little bite.

Just wondering how it factors into the decision process. Seventeen.

I don't want to face a kid.

Luckily, you pass the mark. Barely.

I'm honored. You're west, southwest?

East, actually. Think you can make it in one piece?

Scenic. Just give me time to pick something up.

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(Claire is a slight woman, but one would be wrong in presuming her weak. What little mass she has is spent on muscle. There is a sword in her hand and her pink hair is as vibrant as ever considering their surroundings. There is simply no mistaking Claire Farron. Or, Lightning, rather.)

I hope you found something good.

[Tim unhooks his grapple and coils it back into his gun, turning to meet Lightning properly. He unsheathes a dagger from under his cape- at about a foot, it's really not too impressive, but the curved blade looked sharp enough, and it's magical, as far as its owner knows.]

Had to borrow on short notice. Hope you don't mind if we go with what's familiar for the spar. [He slides his bo staff out.]

No... I don't mind. (She isn't losing sight of that dagger.) Might as well make this a cleaner battle.

(Dropping her sword, she picks up a staff instead. The knife Serah had given her is at her belt, ready to be drawn. It isn't magical, but it's her only connection to her little sister. That makes it damn special.)

[Tim is pretty sure Jason will kill him (again) if he loses this dagger. He doesn't particularly want to use it on another person- not after he called it a 'Soul Dagger', so he's relieved that his opponent agrees.]

Weapons master, huh? [Tim puts the dagger away and drops into ready stance, staff out.] Ladies first.

(Getting stabbed isn't her aim. Blades hurt! Her lips twist and she gives the staff an easy, graceful twirl.)

I should be after this long. (Digging her feet into the ground, she pushes off the grass and dirt, charging towards him to clash their staffs together.) Statements like that would have pissed me off once!

'This long'? [Annnd, whoa, ok, he wanted an idea of how fast she was, but the answer was apparently, pretty dang fast. He brings his staff up to parry, feeling the impact reverberate in his palms.]

Not a lot of gentlemen where you come from? [He tilts his staff, trying to angle it under her guard.]

It has been five hundred years for me. (Five hundred and twenty one if she counts her whole life.) Not that I was awake for most of it.

(Crystal slumbers are fun like that. Claire aims a a few quick hits at his hands for his daring. No, she doesn't hold it against him at all!)

I've met three? Maybe four?

[Oh. Did that mean--] Are you one of the gods I keep hearing about? [There seems to be an awful lot of you guys.]

[Hey, all's fair in fights and war. Tim jerks back, flipping to put some space between them and sweeping the staff low at her feet.] That many? Must be a nice world.

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