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[ragnarsson]

Wait, so I just speak? That's how it works?...Fine...This is Ivar Ragnarsson. Do what you will.

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[burntbridges]

[She isn't denying it - she's learned some humility, at least in terms of her fighting skills.

When he shows up she's already hard at work with knives of her own, held backward like fangs as she drills herself through dodging, rolling and striking with quick, sharp movements. Her hair is up in braided pigtails, to keep it away from her face, and her crow pin is placed neatly on top of her bag to keep it safe.

When she spots Ivar she stands up properly, all bright smiles as she greets him with a wave. And then she stumbles a bit, still dizzy from rolling about.]

How has your week been? I feel like I haven't left the house nearly enough.

[ragnarsson]

It's been interesting. I was offered a power by someone recently and accepted.

[He's been spending most of his free time since then turning into animals and mastering their instincts. He'll elaborate more if Letha asks, but right, now he hasn't been telling too many people about his new morphing ability.

He pulls out one of his knives, flipping it around his fingers before letting it settle in a forward position. He uses the knife with an ease that shows just how long he's been using the weapon for.]

[burntbridges]

Oh? You'll have to show it to me, then.

[Her eyes brighten at the prospect of seeing something new - sure, she's sad they never got around to teaching Ivar necromancy, but it isn't like that couldn't still happen.

Letha flips one of her knives to try and show off, but just barely catches it without hurting herself... and decides not to do that again, instead just shaking her shoulders to get herself ready. And a moment later she dashes forward, aiming one knife at Ivar's chair between his legs, and keeping the other ready to block him if he attacks in turn.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar waits for Letha to make the first move, wanting to see what she's learned in her time away. It was a lot different being in a fair fight as opposed to holding a knife to his throat when he was in a blind rage.

He goes for the knife she's aiming at his chair, deflecting it with his own before he brings it around in a smooth arc, aiming it at her wrist.]

[burntbridges]

[With someone else, it might be smart to stab their wrist to make them jerk backward, but Ivar's bracers are too tough to make that worth it. Instead, Letha digs her knife into the buckle of once of his bracers, blade tilted to shove it backward rather than try cutting into it.

With her lean strength, that won't give her much time before he breaks her hold and leaves that hand exposed, so she's quick to aim her other knife at his face, banking on him flinching or trying to deflect her so that she can fake out and slice the fabric of his pants, just above the knee - careful, of course, not to do any real damage to his leg.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar tries to deflect the knife coming towards him and so Letha slices through the fabric of his pants. He looks down at it with a moment of surprise.

Then he grins fiercely at her. She's learned some things in her time away. But there's still more to learn. He switches the knife to his off-hand and pulls out the axe with his right hand. Axes are a longer ranged weapon and he slices right at her chest with it, unwilling to pull his blows simply because they are sparring.]

[burntbridges]

[The ax is something she can see coming easily - and after so much time around Vikings, she's gotten a very good grasp of how much space they take up. She pulls back her knives and brings up her foot to the bar between his chair's foot plates, kicking him backward as the axe comes close enough to fray the fabric just below her chest.

Taking a moment to catch her breath she grins back at him, mimicking the one he'd given her.]

You should have been quicker - you might have gotten a nice view out of it.

[But of course she's not spending too long within throwing range, she likes her head attached to her shoulders. Instead she skirts around him in a quick scurry, trying to see if she can manage getting behind him. Mostly, she wants to see how long it takes him to wheel around and face her again.]

[ragnarsson]

[Tch. Cheeky little scamp, isn't she? Of course, she might just be saying that to distract him. While Ivar might have things that distract him in battle, a pretty girl has never been one of them.

The last time they fought had been a long time ago. He hadn't been used to the mobility the wheelchair provided back then. Now he was much better at it. There's a harsh scraping sound of the wheels on the floor as he quickly turns the chair, almost fast enough to tip him over, but not quite. He folds the axe in closer to his body, a defensive move that can easily turn offensive again.]

[burntbridges]

[It is impressive, that by the time she's got her bearings again he's facing her and her plan of attack will no longer work. She pauses and blinks, almost in a sign of acknowledgement that he's deflected her.

It takes her a few more moments before she thinks of a new plan and moves forward, this time moving to grab his ax arm by the wrist - her plan being to use the momentum from him drawing back to pull herself around and end up behind his chair, grabbing onto the handles. Honestly, she has no idea whether that will work, but if she's learned anything from training, it's mostly been to ignore risks more than she already did.]