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[fathers_cleric]

Outside, far away from the bar, Preston's found a nice little quiet corner by the lake where they're relatively undisturbed.

Soft cold air filters in from the sky above as Preston turns to Partridge, almost gleeful. "well? what do you think?"

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[reluctantcleric]

Partridge nodded, "Just when I thought this place couldn't further astound me." He then readied his staff.

"Well? Ready?"

[fathers_cleric]

Preston, in a move reminiscent of a certain moving involving certain Knights of a Certain Republic, flips his staff over his shoulder and behind him, a hand out.

"First touch match?"

To first touch with either's weapon.

[reluctantcleric]

Partridge nodded, "Yes."

"Begin." And he immediately brought his staff forward in a sharply angled up, and diagonal thrust toward Preston's upper chest region.

[fathers_cleric]

Preston, barely spinning out of the way, flips over the grass and aims a kick at Partridge's legs, the staff going upwards in a swiping motion.