Enough chit-chat!

OHO

“Lyn’s been using the bow a lot more than a sword these days, huh?”

“Our... always what...? Are you hitting on me? I thought you wanted to fight...”

“You’re on, Blondie!” Reckless axe-wielder Solidarity.

“I’m the Marquess of Ostia’s younger brother. I can bust through the enemy ranks with my axe, and receive visions of it all working out for me. It ain’t sophisticated at all, and that’s how I like it. Still, all that fancy talk makes it sound like you’re pretty good at what you do, so consider me impressed.”

“Attractin’ my foot up their asses, maybe. So you’re one of those exorcist types or somethin’? I’m no good at telling what kind of mage does what.”

Consider your hair ruffled, Shareena. He’s taller, this is his god given right. “You’re skinnier than what I had in mind, but you’re on. More reps with lighter weight’ll be good for tone. Don’t complain if I get all sweaty, though. And I won’t be goin’ easy on you either!”

“Hell, bring all the clubs you can carry!”

“Hell, I’d even say you should carry your axe! But I guess that’d be a bit too risky. Go for it. I’m a sturdy guy.” 

“Someone sit on my back. I need to do some push-ups. Oh, and wear your armor.”

“Time to bust open a pineapple, I guess.”