3rd Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

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"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Dante muttered, "I know what a parsnip is."

There was a soft plop, and another parsnip materialized in the air and dropped down on one of the chairs.

He kicked a parsnip off of the coffee table and put his feet down on it. "This place is so weird."

[[ open! ]]

The Salle, Thursday evening

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There really wasn't enough to hit here. Sure, during classes Skaar could get some action in since he picked those carefully. But still, he was used to being able to find a tough dinosaur to fight whenever he wanted. Or watching after the Dark Avengers, knowing they might try to do villain crap at any moment. Or spending time with his father and all of his friends, any one of whom might go gamma mad and need to be fought, or just get attacked, any time whatsoever.

But Fandom didn't have monsters or villains or time bombs personified. So if Skaar couldn't hit things, he was going to focus on HOW he might hit things when the opportunity presented itself. Using his own sword - which was bigger than the swords in the Danger Shop the other day - he started practicing the things Sam demonstrated during class. And he was doing it at a faster speed than he was yesterday, letting his crazy strength swing the sword as hard and as quickly as he could.

With each swing and thrust, there was a satisfying whoosh of air. If he could actually get the technique down and make himself a better swordfighter instead of just a Hulk with a sword, he would probably be even more terrifying than he was. And boy did that thought appeal to Skaar.

[OOC: Open salle!