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Sader frowned a bit, his calm expression cracking a little. It appeared he was simply to be stonewalled yet again by Marcia, and so he sighed and decided to give up. The girl’s will was truly indomitable, it seemed, and he figured that by this point he was doing far worse than good as far as making a friend was concerned. He simply raised an eyebrow as the smaller initiate stomped the ground, which couldn't have been the greatest move as far as her foot was concerned.
"Fine, then, do-" he began to say, his words falling to silence as he heard Marcia interject once more. "Sorry, what?" He asked almost involuntarily, a bit surprised. It appeared they had both worn the other out. "I'd never dare try to carry you or whatever. That sure would be a hypocritical thing to do after the big deal I made about how I don't think you're some princess, right?" he said, too tired to do anything but take every word seriously. Honestly, at this point he was just there for moral support. To make sure she didn't run off with an injury and such.
Proctor Perrine was not renowned as one of the best healers of the land for no reason, and quickly being fixed up by magic seemed like the right way to go. After all, if a useful power was more efficient than waiting for time to enact it's power, why spurn such a service? "I meant what I said back there. About doing whatever it takes to get to the place I want to be, I mean. This whole program is a bit like a game of cards, and I intend to be it's victor. If you are having trouble deeming me..." he looked a bit thoughtful for a second, figuring out how best to explain his view.
"My point is, I would never be stupid enough to underestimate one of my opponents. Bless the souls of all who underestimate you or me or anyone else, because I suspect they usually end up underfoot. Another step on the staircase to greatness. I will do all I can never to end up in such a situation, and that I believe the two of us have in common." He said with a bit of a grave look, his face slowly morphing back into that guise of calm he had perfected ages ago. "After you." he managed to add, gesturing towards the exit of the sparring room.
"Fine, then, do-" he began to say, his words falling to silence as he heard Marcia interject once more. "Sorry, what?" He asked almost involuntarily, a bit surprised. It appeared they had both worn the other out. "I'd never dare try to carry you or whatever. That sure would be a hypocritical thing to do after the big deal I made about how I don't think you're some princess, right?" he said, too tired to do anything but take every word seriously. Honestly, at this point he was just there for moral support. To make sure she didn't run off with an injury and such.
Proctor Perrine was not renowned as one of the best healers of the land for no reason, and quickly being fixed up by magic seemed like the right way to go. After all, if a useful power was more efficient than waiting for time to enact it's power, why spurn such a service? "I meant what I said back there. About doing whatever it takes to get to the place I want to be, I mean. This whole program is a bit like a game of cards, and I intend to be it's victor. If you are having trouble deeming me..." he looked a bit thoughtful for a second, figuring out how best to explain his view.
"My point is, I would never be stupid enough to underestimate one of my opponents. Bless the souls of all who underestimate you or me or anyone else, because I suspect they usually end up underfoot. Another step on the staircase to greatness. I will do all I can never to end up in such a situation, and that I believe the two of us have in common." He said with a bit of a grave look, his face slowly morphing back into that guise of calm he had perfected ages ago. "After you." he managed to add, gesturing towards the exit of the sparring room.
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