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"Ah yes, of course. Introductions would be quite nice." He nodded, though cocked his head to the side slightly as Chance admitted to not being great at socializing. "And yet here you seem to be doing just fine." He pointed out, more laughter in his dark eyes.

He shrugged his shoulders at the honesty comment, still appearing quite jovial. "I try." He allowed, before continuing on quite cheerfully. "Present company included in said beauty, of course." Just continuing to be honest, after all. If he was at all worried that Chance might be taken aback by a compliment as such given by another man, it didn't show on his rather cheerful expression, which only gave way when yet another arrow found it's mark on his torso, barreling him backwards with a soft grunt.

He would have rubbed at his chest, but there was at least a small bit of fear that he might accidentally shoot himself in the face while doing it, so he shook the hit off, and took careful aim to send a bolt back in response.

Heck, why not send off two at once.

"Detroit?" He raised his eyebrows, a large grin breaking out across his face. "I have been there! And many other places as well. I am, after all, a traveling man, always on the move~" He took a moment to appreciate that he had actually managed to land a fairly decent hit before continuing.

"But, as you can probably tell, I am not from America originally. If I were to choose a home, it would have to be in the small southern town of Atrani, Italy, where my mamma is from, and hopefully, is still living."

HP: 26
Damage: 10

"An easy person, you say? That is very good to know, though the good at faking it is quite a shame." He laughed, something quite mischievous glinting in his own gaze as he gave himself in to the double entendre of that particular sentence, unsure if Chance had meant it that way (but certainly willing to take it that way himself). "How then, would one know, if they were truly satisfying to you?" He asked.

"Ah, yes, I suppose that is more difficult for me to explain. I find a great many things in this world beautiful. Most everything, in fact, if one looks hard enough. There are, however, times when looking too hard can render a beautiful thing ugly, as well. Thus, I will continue to look at you, and appreciate that I do not have to look hard to see that you have an exterior that is very pleasing to gaze upon." It wasn't said in a rush, but rather, almost as if scripted, with raising intonation and subtle nuance in appropriate places, declared with great ease and clarity despite his accent, as if he were quite used to making delivering speeches in front of large crowds.

After this, however, he was quite happy to allow himself a small moment of inward celebration over knocking Chance off of his feet, though he did at least take a few steps towards him, to call out in a voice laced with good humor. "Are you all right?" Before Chance could ask his question about Detroit.

Well, he certainly seemed okay. That was good enough for Tommy! "Well, perhaps it was not willingly. I do, as I said, travel to a great many places. All for the sake of the performance, and for earning the money to continue." He winked, giving away no more then that as Chance pushed himself to his feet, readying, and letting loose, another arrow that managed to barrel into Tommy's shoulder, to which he hissed a little, and then laughed.

"Why thank you!" He held out his arms to both sides and bowed, "It is one hundred percent genuine. Or." His voice switched, the accent dropped as when he continued on, it was with a perfect American accent. "Is it all just an act?"

Again with the mischievous glint in his eye as he readied a crossbow and fired.

HP: 23
Damage: 5

"Is that so?" He asked, teeth flashing in a wide grin. "Perhaps someday I will be given...well, a Chance, then?" He asked, with a waggle of his eyebrows, though it was soon followed by laughter.

"I must apologize again. It is not really my intention to be so bold. It is like you are setting me up, however. How can I resist?" He asked, clearly enjoying himself immensely even if he was making himself look like a complete fool.

"Ah but yes. Looking. That is an invitation I will not pass up on." Because, as he said, he did so appreciate beautiful things.

Chance's next arrow grazed past him, barely felt, as he reloaded one of his crossbows while dodging to the side, beginning to get the hang of things.

When he spoke next, he continued to use an American accent, which continued to be flawless. "Oh, a little bit of this, and a little bit of that. Acrobatics, gymnastics, balancing, juggling....contortion." He winked at that last one.

"Here, I will give you a small demonstration." He hadn't tried this on the training field. In fact, he hadn't tried this at all since waking up. One moment, however, Thomas Giacinto was on his feet, and in the next, he was not. He turned on his heel in one swift motion, and then had tilted his body backward, and down, his feet kicking up straight above him, one hand going to the ground in the same smooth motion, until he was doing a one armed handstand, while still facing the other man.

He wasn't visibly trembling. It didn't appear to be a strain on his muscles at all, in fact, though it was obvious that his arm had gone tense and rigid in order to hold him in place seemingly so effortlessly.

His other arm, had remained lifted, his crossbow pointed at Chance even from this upside down position.

Suddenly, he fired.

HP: 22
Damage: 4

Soon after the arrow was released, Tommy was bending backwards to put his feet back on to the ground, before springing up straight again and turning around with another sweeping bow, though it was a little hard to look graceful with a return arrow sailing at his face...though when he straightened again it landed on his booted foot.

Thomas was all amused smiles as he shook his foot out, the arrow disappearing as he restrung both of his bows. "Ah, thank you! I live to entertain, though it has been some time. I am feeling very out of practice." He admitted.

"So, what is it that you do, Chance Bones?" He asked, while firing off another arrow at the other man.

Which sort of just flew off in some unknown direction. Seriously. Where the hell had that arrow even gone?


HP: 21
Damage: 0

"Ah, well then, as the expression goes, let me entertain you." He lifted his eyebrows a couple of times and laughed, his voice melting back into it's Italian accent with ease. "Though, as I have said, I am out of practice." He rolled his shoulders back, "It would be nice to have an audience to perform for again. Perhaps once I have gotten the hang of this, I will get back into practice." He grinned, readying himself for the arrow that came hurtling his way, though too quickly to do much more then brace himself for impact.

And what an impact it was! Straight to his collar bone, staggering, though not quite enough to send him off of his feet completely. "Magnifico!" He laughed, while taking aim with one of his crossbows and firing.

"For the way you have struck me and for all that you have said. Magnifico."

HP: 15
Damage: 5

"Ah, it would please me very much." Thomas admitted. "Though again, when I am feeling ready. I will definitely be taking you up on that." And he meant it. He so did like to entertain others, to perform and be appreciated for what he could, to make people smile and to leave them wanting more. It was a high that thought no drug could possibly compare to.

Notching back both of his crossbows again in preparation as Chance restrung his bow, Tommy watched the other man carefully, attempting to anticipate when that arrow would be shot his way.

"I am sure there are many ways that you are exciting, without even knowing it." Tommy gave a wave of one gauntleted hand, clearly dismissing the idea that Chance somehow wasn't exciting at all.

With his other hand, he fired off another bolt, almost nonchalantly.

HP: 15
Damage: 3

Thomas laughed at first, eyes glinting mischievously as eyebrows rose. "In bed you say? Now that is quite a boast to make. I ah.." He coughed into a fist, "Can not make such bold claims myself, truth be told. I am lacking the ah...experience." He actually had the decency to look slightly abashed, especially considering the shameless flirting he had been participating in up until this point. "Though I have been told that I am an excellent cuddler, and kisser as well."

That, at least, was mostly true.

As if his words had somehow taken Chance by surprise, Tommy was then gifted to an arrow that cut through the air at a speed he could not hope to dodge. It pummeled into his shield, hard, harder then any had hit him previously, and he staggered several steps back, the blow that hit him center to his chest knocking the wind out of him, leaving him gasping as he fell to his butt onto the ground, one hand pressed to the area that had been hit.

"Merda!" He coughed, his vision swimming as he regained his breath. Raising a gauntlet from his position on the ground, he fired, if only to distract Chance and give himself time to get back to his feet. "I am sorry!"

HP: 5
Damage: 5