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Even on a bad day when she wore more black than anything else, Cami was hard to miss. Today was one of those days when she was head to toe in nothing but the mournful color, the only relief the blinding white of her coat. It was becoming a habit to not spar in anything but the voluminous gold-trimmed white since someone had made the argument to her once that when the time came she would be wearing it. Why get used to shooting and fighting without?

Taym was the easiest person to find with the way he lurked at the edge of the field, smoking casually, looking for the world like he was on his literal last leg. When he'd expressed the idea of being her protector in a two on one match she had been skeptical at best, yet the thought was intriguing. Bix had mentioned it at his orientation, or had it been Peyton? Someone. No one on her usual roster had been able to make it this afternoon due to other responsibilities and/or just plain not wanting to so she was down to last resort.

Thankfully, as she approached the skinny man at the edge of the fields, she spotted a familiar face. Giving a sharp whistle, she jerked her head invitingly. "Oi! Nora! Wanna help me out with something?" Turning to Taym her grin was wide. "A friend. Per suggestion." Sort-of.

He gave Cami a withering "really?" look, and attempted to save face by making it look like this had been his idea. Which it had, indirectly, but there was no point in trying to reason with someone like Taym, as dead set as it was possible to be on being negative.

"She wants you to hit her. Or possibly, she wants to hit you. I'm not sure which." And he would--what? Stand by and watch. He clarified, summoning his weapon (small enough to seem appropriate for him, but far too elegant) and hoisting it demonstratively: "Defensive training."

"Huh." With half the bottle drained in one go, she tossed it off to the side and considered the pair. "More interesting than I've had all day," Nora decided amicably after a moment, hiding her pride in Cami's efforts to push herself. "Having to worry about two targets puts a nice spin on things anyway. Well met, then, Taym." Normally she would have extended a hand to shake, but for now she reached over and picked up her hammer, twirling it in her fingers a few times.

"Alright, so, defensive training. Yes or no to charges? 'Fraid mine's a bit of a doozy if it decides to hit," she told them, "but it'd give you a run for your Moon money if it does."

"Gotcha." Strange for a Death fellow to want to play defensive, but hey: being diverse was never a bad thing on the battlefield, and Cam sounded like she needed her own practice as well.

Hefting the hammer, Nora shifted her weight and, after finding her rhythm again, tested Taym's defense with a quick swing. She wasn't fooled for one second about the size of the dagger, not when everything there was powered by creatures of nightmare it seemed.

hp: 40
damage: 1-1 = 0
charge: 1/3

Taym, at least, assisted matters somewhat by seeming altogether more focused on not being in the line of fire than he was in actually providing any substantial defense.

"This would be easier," he observed to neither of them in particular, sounding like he was accusing them both of a crime, "if I were defending her." Which was true, but then again there wasn't much point in getting practice in via the easiest possible route. He was slight and nimble, and perhaps if he'd been fending off arrows rather than hammer blows what he lacked in reach he could have made up for in being in the right place at the right time. As it was the best he could do was to attempt to put himself in the path of Nora's swings in such a way that he bought Cami time without getting flattened himself.

DEFENDING FOR: 3
CHG: 2/3

Well at least she had Nora's appreciation! Cami couldn't help but be torn between the appreciation of someone who had already found fault in her and the current fault-finding that Taym was doing. Still she was determined to get as much out of the spar as possible and tried to fire off another arrow while talking. Aiming was harder with another body in the way, even if overall Taym didn't have that much to aim around. It was surprisingly idea.

"I meet everyone on Twitter. That or by screaming my head off and drawing attention in the middle of a critical mission. One or the other but never anything other than that." Which wasn't entirely true. She'd informally met America by being drive-by smooched and Maebe...in much the same way. "I've been meaning to get practice like this in. Do you know how hard it is to be a ranged attacker in a one on one?!"

HP: 38/40
DMG: 1
Charge: 2/3

"Your bow's got pointy ends, don't it? Just stick 'em with those," she suggested helpfully as the arrow nicked her. "Come on, give it a go, my shield's just fine!"

But it really was a technological age . . . She wasn't a big fan of staying on the phone, or at least just wasn't well-versed enough. "Guess I should try to pop in every now and then, eh?" Nora said as she swung again, hammer clanging against dagger. "Things move a bit fast on social media. I'd rather face-to-face personally, but I suppose when you're stuck in the basement you need every outlet you can get. Anything juicy been going on?"

hp: 33
damage: 2 - 3 = 0
charge: 3/3