[Evilparsnips]

Yngvarr grunted as he was punched in the stomach. As his teammate withdrew his fist Yngvarr lined up his own. One hand on the other boy's shoulder, he threw a punch directly at his belly.
Yngvarr enjoyed being with Sigurd. Most people would have thrown up from that sort of punch, at least. But Sigurd took it easily.
Once he was satisfied, he pondered for a moment. "I don't know. Was it mine? I just wanted to get in on the action!" He beamed from ear to ear.

[Zwei Not]

Juno shrugged as Zabar threw up his hands, offering a small wave as the other fighter headed to the sparring hall. "Yeah, man. See you around." He called after the Vacuan, pausing a bit before letting out an agitated sigh. He wanted to fight this guy, and the tournament would be uncertain. He might have just lost out on his chance, but hopefully was still time. "Omicron, what would my ETA to the locker room be if I ran?"

"Estimated at five, six minutes? Why?"

"I think we just got an invitation to spar." Juno replied as he began to move through the crowd, waiting until he had gotten to a hallway to break into a sprint toward the locker room and sparring arena.

[Neon]

Sigurd yawned expansively at the pathetic excuse for a blow, and raised an eyebrow.

"Dunno," he brushed the question aside, clasping Yngvarr's hand and dragging him into a bear hug. "Thought it was yours. Can't really remember. What's that you were saying about action?"

[Evilparsnips]

"Oh right. We will need more than two men though, and our team mates don't seem to be up for this. Who are we gonna ask?" Yngvarr questioned. He looked around for anyone he knew, but couldn't see through the milling crowd of people. He would normally just take anyone but today he couldn't take that chance.

[Neon]

Sigurd considered for a moment. Much as he hated to admit it, Yngvarr wasn't exactly wrong. With What's-His-Face never around, and Rosa still in the infirmary after that unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable accident in their sparring match, their lineup did leave a lot to be desired. Remembering the girl sparked a twinge of guilt, but it didn't last long. She should have been tougher was all.

So, who to ask. Not that he really knew anyone else; but then again, it couldn't hurt to make some new friends now that he was here. Sigurd hesitated for a moment, then was struck by a sudden thought. Don't do that ever again. He scratched the stubble on his chin. Don't do that ever again. His eyes began to twinkle, and a mischievous smile traced its way across his face.

He paused for a moment, cleared his throat, then turned to address the entirety of the room. "LISTEN UP, WANNABEE HUNTERS AND, ERR, HUNTER-ESSES! ME AND MY SUBORDINATE HERE ARE LOOKING FOR A COUPLE OF FELLOWS FOR A MISSION! ABLE-BODIED, EXPERIENCED, BIG MUSCLES! THERE'S GONNA BE FIGHTING, AND..." He trailed off and turned to Yngvarr.

"We do get to fight, right?"

He didn't stop to wait for the answer, but continued with his speech. "GONNA BE FIGHTING AND, I GUESS, ADVENTURING OR SOMETHING! DON'T REALLY KNOW MYSELF, BUT POINT IS, IT'S GONNA BE FUN! TWO VOLUNTEERS! DON'T MISS IT!"

He sucked in a deep breath, massaging his temples. It had seemed like a good idea beforehand, but now his chest felt prickly and there were little spots dancing across his eyes. He leaned on his teammate for a little support. "Out of interest, what actually is this action' you're on about?"

[arcus_gray]

Sandy had been watching the magic show from the ceiling with interest until he was suddenly shocked by a massive booming voice that was amplified by his faunas sense screaming in pain and reaching to cover his ears Sandy fell from the ceiling onto a few unlucky students.

[Leycil]

Galileo then stood up and after clearing his throat, shouted back.

"I volunteer for the mission! Imay not have the big muscles but I sure do have the experience and able-bodued! Third Year Beacon student Galileo at your service!"

That's when most of the older students in Beacon that were around groaned audibly. He laughed it off, he knows of his reputation as the trickster.

[Evilparsnips]

"You don't pay attention to much at all, do you?" Yngvarr said to Sigurd. "One, I told you not to shout like that again. Two, the "action" is these quests we're allowed to choose from. He explains. He turned to the magician. "You sure you're gonna be up to it, lass?" He asked, leaning in close.

[Leycil]

Galileo laughed.
"Well you already mistaken me for a lass, plus," Galileo makes the platform and cups disappear and catches the ball before putting it neatly on Yngvarr's head. "What if I told you that the ping ping ball on your head will be sliced it half without touching your hair."

[Evilparsnips]

Yngvarr wasn't particularly interested in show tricks and that sort of stuff. He nudged his head forward, causing the ball to roll off his head and caught it in his hand. He then placed it upon the head of the man in front of him."Are you one of those women who believes they are a man inside?" he wondered. Then he had a great idea."How about I try to cut that in half with one of MY swords?" He asked, grinning.

[Leycil]

"You must be all muscle no brain if you still think I'm a lass, anyway watch," Galileo grabbed his cane without making the ball fall over his head and clicked a button, a shuriken comes out and with a smile. He throws the shuriken at Yngvarr, of flies dangerously close before it boomerangs back and slices the ping long ball in half without cutting Galileo's hair.
"Oh you use the sword right? How about a sword fight, you can only hit the person with just your sword, no hand to hand, no range uses or functions allowed. "

[Neon]

The mention of a fight was enough to catch Sigurd's attention. Deadly serious all of a sudden, he stopped trying to find a justification for the student falling from the ceiling, pushed aside his taller teammate, and placed himself between the two.

"No need to get heated," his tone allowed no disagreement, "I'm sure it was just a joke. The lady meant you no harm. And this kid," he slapped Yngvarr across the back of the head, "isn't exactly the sharpest knife in the crayon box, so I wouldn't get too worked up about what he says.

"As for you," he turned accusatorily to Galileo, "you might want to exercise a little more caution when you go round starting scraps with others. Fighting isn't a game, you know." He held up his gnarled right arm to help the point sink in. "It's deadly serious. One little mistake, one tiny slip up, and that's it. Your life is over. Done. Gone. You aren't coming back.

"So what's all this crap I hear about 'swords only', 'no hand to hand', 'no functions'? You think they have rules like that in the real world? Try pulling a stunt like that and you could get yourself killed; maybe your friends too, worst case." He stepped closer, lowering his head to look the shorter boy in the eye. "Train for reality. When you challenge someone to a duel, you hold nothing back; 'cause doing anything else only creates bad habits. No rules, no regulations, the fight is over when the fight is over: that's how you're supposed to do it."

"Of course," he laughed, stepping back and lightening his tone once more, "that's ignoring your biggest mistake. You're looking to start something, I'm the one you come to. Not fox-ears here. How about it?" He grinned hopefully. "You wanna go?"

[Leycil]

Galileo gave a hearty laugh, hearing Sigurd's very long speech. He understood everything, that was drilled into his head by his girlfriend's dad. He could see a funny conversation between them. He gives a goofy grin.

"Now who said it was going to be a serious fight? You my friend definitely must fight seriously when it comes to friends too. No offense though, but I really am no girl, here I'll show you concrete evidence without removing my pants," Galileo pulls out his wallet from his jacket sleeve and shows Sigurd and Yngvarr an identification card. On it, says Galileo is a male. He gives Sigurd a punch on the arm, with no strength put into it for laughs before putting his identification card back in his wallet. "Don't worry mate, I'm still in, I'm not offended by him, that is about the most serious thing you hear from me."

[Neon]

A horrible chill settled over Sigurd as Galileo offered concrete proof, and he was immeasurably relieved to find his predictions off. "What do you know," he said to Yngvarr, "She really is a guy." He wondered whether to punch back, but managed to restrain himself. There was a reason he got on so well with the fox kid, and it wasn't his deep and insightful conversation. Most people weren't quite so robustly built; and third year or not, if looks were anything to go by this new person wasn't exactly the epitome of sturdiness.

"So you're a third year, eh? Well," Sigurd pondered, scratching his chin again, "that's all well and good, but- and I don't mean to demean you here, because I'm sure you've picked up a few tricks along the way- I can't say you exactly look the part. See, me and Yngvarr here are looking for someone tough, who we know is solid enough to rely on. So I'll lay something down. You and me, outside, now, no handicaps. And if you can beat me," he struggled to maintain his poker face, hiding his eagerness for a scrap, "you can sign your name on that list next to ours. I think. I mean I haven't really checked, so it might not be a list, but you get the idea."

[Leycil]

Galileo pats Sigurd's shoulder and beckons him to follow him out.