COMPLETE!
"You do that." They were fairly evenly matched, in the end -- one was as likely to emerge victorious as the other. But to Cyrus' mind, that was what made sparring engaging. Better a practice battle you weren't sure you could win, so that you were stronger for the real battles, where losing was not an option.
"I'm looking forward to it." With that, he dug out what little gil he carried to leave on the table to pay for the ale. He didn't want to miss the start of the show, and it could take him hours to find the park. Better to start now.
Good-byes thus said, the two friends parted as Cyrus headed out into the swiftly descending darkness of the evening.