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Peyton had sort of drug her(it would have been more literal if she wasn't curious enough to go out on her own rather happily) out to the training fiels. A place full of dummies, and... space.

She'd been examining one of the things and noting the rather solid damage done to it before she looked up at the words. Her sister had previously been fiddling with her phone a moment ago. "Oh?" She was curious, but what could all of this be about? "...you're not going to get hurt, right?" Based on the damage done to the dummies, was it a good idea to fight with each other?

Astrid's question had the smile slipping, and she dropped that lavender gaze down and away for just a second. The scar on her shoulder had either not been noticed yet, or simply not asked about, and Peyton had not volunteered that information without prompt. People got hurt sometimes, it happened, but... "Nothing serious," she reassured the smaller blonde. "There are things in place, wards I think, that absorb any excess damage thrown at us once our shield has been broken." They were newer, and a really smart addition to the training fields.

"This is our job though, as Suns. We have to train, because we're the shock troops. The front line soldiers." There was a note of pride as she mentioned her division and her role in it. She loved being a Sun, it suited her.

As Milo arrived Peyton lifted a hand in greeting, grinning as he tossed the nickname at her. Grinning wide as he labeled her sister. "Hey Green!" She laughed, then to Astrad she'd add. "Power rangers references. His favorite show."

Stepping back and away from the petite teen, she'd place herself in an open bit of grass. "Here's the skinny, Azsy." Hands out, she'd summon Warrick, fingers wrapping tightly around the familiar loops of metal that made up his handle. "Our weapons are more than just a partner, more than just a weapon. They are also a shield. They protect us from disease, and more importantly, damage." She was grinning, and it was bright, and wild, and fierce all at the same time. Peyton loved being a Sun, because she was, at her core, a fighter, and she loved what she did. "Ready Milo?"

He had apparently missed some sort of discussion or introductory lesson between the two by the time he had actually arrived. Which was to be expected that there had been some sort of conversation, the smaller of the blondes didn't look too pleased though. Worried? For a moment, Milo was a little curious what had been said, but he shrugged it off and simply offered the younger of the sisters a smile and a thumbs up. "Haha, you can drop the Mister, or call me Milo." He told her before making a small turn to face Peyton. Not before mouthing to the smaller Creedy, whose name he didn't know, 'best show.'

His Hunter coat was going to be kept on for the bout of this, he figured it being good practice to leave it when the time came for things not spars. And for dramatic flair. Like summoning his own weapon. Thankfully - for the two girls - without a spin but he could have hoped there was a little wind picking up on the edges of his coat as the naginata materialized in his hand. The little twirl he gave her might have helped, "and occupy a bit of your headspace, ya." Though, probably something that Peyton had already mentioned to her little sister. Seemed pretty standard information, as was seeming she was trying to provide.

"As always," Milo flashed a grin to the female Sun, bringing the naginata up to hold in front of him while the other girl voiced her concerns. "Everything's gonna be fine ~"

It was a soft, humoring smile that was directed towards her sister at her worry. "I'm not going anywhere, pet. Don't you worry." She would always fight tooth and nail to come home, always. Lips pursed in an affectionate kissy face before Milo's weapon appeared and it was time to get down to business. No, their weapon's did not look like shields, but that did not mean they were unprotected. Astrid would see, and it would all make sense.

The strike was quick, landing solidly enough to drag a hiss through parted lips before the daintier Sun was jerking back and away. It was a nice thrust, but it was to be expected from someone in their division. This was their job, their only job, and they were good at it. The both of them.

The moment Peyton was free of the blade she snapped to the side before lunging forward with one small arm cocked back. It cranked forward as she got within range, and those knuckles sank deep, spikes buried in Fear protected flesh, and Warrick gave a happy, eager sigh.

"We feel the hits," she managed as she hopped back and away. "But as you can see, there is no lasting damage." Not even a scratch, not on her stomach, and not on his chest.

HP: 34
DMG: 5
Chg: 1/3 | 0/2

< You better not be letting that ghoul get in close for her little demonstration. > Koume hissed at Milo as the knuckles came in hard and squarely into his chest, causing his shoulders to hunch and him to sway back. Spikes, hurray.

Nah, she's a Sun, aibou! She just knows what she's doin. As with the nature of their shields, as she was trying to point out to her sister, Milo was quick enough to recover but not with his next attack. Peyton was already on the retreat backwards when he swung the blade out a second time, miscalculating and only managing to clip her in the arm.

"Nope, no dyin." At least this time around. But he wouldn't mention that. Just smile to the younger blonde and give her a wink, standing all confidently like he was doing. Wanted to rub a little at his chest where Yellow's hit had landed though, it tingled.

Even as the two confirmed, rather soundly, that they wouldn't be dying she couldn't help the panic that had set in. The instinct that fighting with blades and slashing would lead to death. She stood rooted in place, held down by the fact that neither seemed gravely wounded. They should have been. The two should have been a bleeding mess on the ground with those hits.

But they weren't. Still her little fists were clutching at the neck of her hoodie as she stood staring rather like a deer in the headlights. There was disbelief, but the reality before her told her it was alright. That it was okay not to scream at them to stop.

As Peyton said, this was their job. She'd done it before. She even had that assured grin on her face, one that was briefly directed at Astrid just long enough to sooth some of the concern down. Not enough to loosen the strict and frozen posture, but enough to help her heart. She wouldn't pass out at least. Peyton knew what she was doing, it was fine. It would be fine. They'd be fine.

"R-right..." This was practice. So when the real thing happened they wouldn't be killed. A pause then as it dawned on her. This... was practice. Peyton did more dangerous thing than this? She nipped at her lower lip, brow knitting then. Milo didn't intend to kill Peyton just like Peyton didn't intend to kill her. That was why they looked like they were having fun.

Because this was sort of a game to test. It wasn't the real thing. Oh... oh that was a scary thought. Really. "You do more dangerous things than this, don't you..?" Her voice was quiet, possibly lost in the din of the fight. She wasn't sure she wanted an answer, even if she had asked.

Peyton was small, she didn't weigh much, so it wasn't exactly hard for Milo to force her back and away. Boots slid across the grass and dirt, toes digging in, but he'd managed to put a good few feet between them before she'd managed to stop.

Of course she couldn't just let him keep that space, it would put her at a disadvantage! No sir, she had to fix that.

Body low, she came at him again, under his arms, and when she rose up her tiny fist was cocked back for an impressive upper cut to the solar plexus. It was her turn to force him back, knuckles digging in, body turning and fist twisting.

When she bounced back she spared another quick glance towards her sister. "This is a dangerous job," she answered, not smiling this time. "Sometimes we have to do dangerous things." She had indeed faced her fair share of hardships. Impaled, pursued by hordes of spider zombies, set against her allies in a battle royale, dropped into the alternate world of the Tear to face off against unknown deities. Oh yes, she'd faced danger.

HP: 38
DMG: 6
CHG: 3/3 | 0/2