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fandomhighdorms2010-09-10 01:14 pm
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The Salle, Friday Afternoon
Wesley was waiting for Percy. They had a spar scheduled and it was not going to suck this time.
The last time Wesley had fought Percy had been kind of a shitstorm. He had lost, been kind of a sore loser, and overall made an ass out of himself. Today was not going to be different. He was all set to not get beat by Percy this time. Probably. Not. But more importantly, he was not going to be a sore loser. Probably. It was all up in the air, really.
He'd spent the week practicing, like Percy had snidely suggested he should, and even practiced a bit as he waited, going through parries and sequences he remembered. He was even less clumsy than usual, which surprised even him, really, and he hoped he could keep it up.
The last time Wesley had fought Percy had been kind of a shitstorm. He had lost, been kind of a sore loser, and overall made an ass out of himself. Today was not going to be different. He was all set to not get beat by Percy this time. Probably. Not. But more importantly, he was not going to be a sore loser. Probably. It was all up in the air, really.
He'd spent the week practicing, like Percy had snidely suggested he should, and even practiced a bit as he waited, going through parries and sequences he remembered. He was even less clumsy than usual, which surprised even him, really, and he hoped he could keep it up.