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Evan wasn't at all comfortable with the idea of sparring against Noemi. Of all the timid, fragile people on the island, she was, without a doubt, one of the most delicate. Still, he had promised Stormy that he would look out for her cousin, and if Noemi was going to seek out help in training anyway, he would rather it be from him than someone who wouldn't have her best interests in mind. He was flattered, besides, that she thought to ask him first.

If nothing else, this would give Evan a chance to evaluate Noemi's combat skills and give her pointers where and if he could. Even if he just stood there and defended himself while he hit her, he supposed it was better than having her fight dummies for hours on end--he, at least, could talk back.

He smiled as he caught sight of her on the training field and it was only a little forced. He was always happy to see Noemi, he just wished that it was under better circumstances. He knew it was unlikely that she would be able to just stay in the infirmary for her entire career as a Huntress, but he could hope. "Hey," he said, his weapon manifesting in his hands as he stood across from her. "You ready?"

Truth be told, Evan probably wouldn't have noticed Noemi's new jacket if she hadn't brought attention to it. "Congratulations," he offered along with a bright smile, happy to see her rising in the ranks. "Well-earned," if for no other reason than she had come back alive from all of the missions that had seemed, as of late, designed specifically to kill them off.

He found himself once more surprised by her request, even though that was the whole reason they were out there in the first place--it seemed odd to think of Noemi, of all people, as any kind of fighter. Still, he was determined to help her where he could. He held Gir in front of him defensively, teeth turned away from Noemi on the off chance she got that close. "Whenever you're ready," he replied with a nod.

HP: 50/50
Defending for:
Charge: 0/3; 1/1, 1/1

"Not a problem," Evan replied, waving off Noemi's gratitude. "Anytime--I mean it." And he did, because if she was sparring with him, it meant he was able to keep an eye on her and monitor her training all at once. In an ideal world, she would never have to use her training, but their circumstances were such that he could only hope she wouldn't have to use it often.

He braced himself for a blow that never came, suppressing a frown as Noemi stuttered an apology. "It's okay," he soothed. "You're supposed to hit me. That's why we're out here. You can't hurt me. Try again." With a nod of encouragement, Evan held himself defensively once more.

HP: 50/50
Defending for:
Charge: 0/3; 1/1, 1/1

"You won't," Evan insisted. "There's some kind of barrier or buffer or something that keeps us from really getting hurt out here, so don't worry about it. You just relax and keep swinging." Though it seemed his advice was unnecessary as she hit him just hard enough to get past his defenses. "Good!" Evan exclaimed, taking a step back. "Much better. Keep following through, just like that."

As he set himself up to defend once more, he considered her question. "I mean, yeah, I like being a Sun, but it's not for everyone. There's a lot of fighting and a lot of risk, and there are plenty of other divisions for you to be in that don't involve any of that."

HP: 49/50
Defending for: idk
Charge: 1/3; 1/1, 1/1

"Stormy is absolutely right. You should be a Moon, maybe a Lifer, but you should not under any circumstances be a Sun," Evan insisted. Not only did Noemi not have the right temperament for it--in fact, she was the polar opposite, skittish and gentle as she was--Evan had zero desire to be the one to tell Stormy that whoops, he was indirectly responsible for her cousin, the one he was supposed to be looking for, getting killed as a result of putting the idea in her head that being a Sun was at all a good choice for her. Nope.

He couldn't help but smile, though, at her reaction to just saying Milo's name. "I'm sure he would appreciate it," he said, a little regretful that he had to interrupt her happy thoughts. "Maybe the two of you should start working together more. You know, if you're going to be his Moon, it's important for you guys to know how you operate as a unit." Totally straight-faced, totally innocent, despite his approval of them pairing off.

HP: 49/50
Defending for: 02984098230968
Charge: 1/3; 1/1, 1/1

evan was definitely a better moon than he was a sun thats for damn sure "Glad to hear it," Evan said, relieved that Noemi seemed amenable to the idea of staying off the front line. It gave him a little more peace of mind to know that she wouldn't be throwing herself into danger anytime soon just to see which division she liked best. As far as he was concerned, Noemi only needed to learn enough to be able to fight an opponent off until she could reach her pendant.

"Well, I'm sure the two of you will catch each other around here at some point." Noemi definitely did not at all need to go off the island ever for anything period, nope. "When he comes back, then."

Noemi's weapon clattered off his own, and he tried not to frown at her question--doubly hard as he considered that Gir as a weapon wasn't much smaller than Noemi, an entire person. "Nope," he said. "I'm good, keep going."

HP: 49/50
Defending for: 02834
Charge: idek

"Good! That was a good hit," Evan praised as Noemi made it past his defenses. It was certainly about time. Maybe she just had to loosen up a bit. "There's one more thing I want you to try and then we can go and do whatever you want. It might hurt a little, but I'll try to rein it in, okay?"

You hear that? Friend, not food.

/Tasty cakes, give it to meeeeee!/

Evan sighed. "You've got a healing charge, right? I'm going to use my charge so you get some experience taking it and dishing it out, and then I want you to use your charge. You ready" He didn't wait for her to respond. He knew if he did she would stand there sputtering and shaking and cowering. This way, it would be just like ripping off a band-aid. He aimed his strike for her weapon rather than her body, figuring it would probably have the same effect. Red shards of condensed Fear exploded off the teeth of the blade, tearing at both of their shields. It was a little more than he had expected, but she should still be okay--physically, anyway. He hoped she didn't start crying or anything.

HP: 28/50
Damage: 31
Charge: 0/3; 0/1, 1/1