Once again she was at the gym, pestering random creeple for spars. So far she had gotten four rejections and one counter-request to spar nude in the supply closet, coming from a grinning leprechaun. She had not quite known what to do with that and had simply stared at the boil until he lost his nerve and went away. It had taken the better part of six minutes - she'd counted.

Still, she was determined to find a sparring partner today and so, she roamed the place until finally she came upon a person she had not asked.

Right then - it was time for the magic words. "Greetings," Davyne began in a formal tone, "would you like to spar with me?"

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