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Pleasure's all mine, really...! [Despite the adrenaline rush born of sparring with a suitable opponent, he can't keep it going against this little fighting machine. Not that he gives up easily, no, but even at the last desperate moment when finally she surpasses his threshold and breaks his guard. With a few deft swipes of his wooden blade, he manages to defend just enough that none of the blows risk serious or lasting harm.]
[Oh, the bruises he will have tomorrow.]
[He breaks off in surrender, gasping and rasping out an exhausted laugh, rubbing at his throat with his right hand.]