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itscurtains ANGUS VISITATION

[Angus spends a lot of his time after the Opera House in his Kingdom of Fife of the past in an alternate universe, helping with rebuilding villages, aiding the peasants, and taking naps.

He's so tired guys.

But he's always eager to receive visitors. When he's not busy running around the mighty citadel of Dundee, he entertains the guests inside the castle or takes them around the kingdom. Not on the Legendary Enchanted Jetpack of course, but on a flying submarine usually headed by a quiet man who usually keeps to himself, cultivating that mysterious aura.

There's also the Hootsman coming in and out of here, demanding beer and generally showing off his axe-throwing skills and lasers blasts. Did Angus mention that he's also a demigod?]

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[Christine takes a few steps back and gasps a bit when she sees the weapon the Hootsman wields. Suddenly, she feels almost completely inadequate, but after a worried glance at Angus, she moves to tug her flute from her bag. She's tied streamers around it, so it looks at least slightly fancy.]

I feel like this might still be an unfair match, sir... I must admit I've only taken part in battles of wits. Or against inanimate objects.

[Angus gives her a fierce thumbs up when she glances over to him. It's almost goofy how big his grin is compared to the Hootsman's proud expression.]

A bardic warrior? Interesting. If this is your first battle against a living foe, then I shall be all the more impressed!

[To start the battle, he lets out a guttural roar, holds his axe up, and charges at Christine.]

Eep!

[Christine is not prepared enough! She yelps and jumps out of the way, twirling around to face the Hootsman. It takes her a small moment to recover, but... well, she promised to give it her all, and she wants to make Angus proud!

With a battle cry, she swings her flute around, aiming for his prominent beer gut.]

[He pulls his axe back from the swing, expecting a string to the limbs. For such a short foe, he was surprised to see Christine's choice of target despite its acclaimed size. He pulls the battleaxe lower as the flute aims at this gut and barely blocks it with the handle.]

Ha ha! An interesting strategy!

[She's too close for the axe without her losing her head, so he launches an elbow onto her side.]

[Listen, she needs to be unexpected! Or, more likely, she's just not wanting to actually hurt anyone, even in an apparent battle. That's something she certainly needs to work on, but so long as she can impress him enough to take on a pupil...

As the Hootsman elbows her, she goes down on the ground with a cry, but even as she's working on recovering, she's using her position to slide between the Hootsman's wide stance and sit up behind him. She swings her flute once more to try to trip him up.]

Go Christine! [Angus cheers for her when she manages to sneak behind the Hootsman and strike him behind the knee. His fur-lined boots did not reach that high, leaving it only protected by thin leggings.

He yelps, kicking his leg out but leaving him exposed until he regained his footing and turned around.]

Hyah!

[Spurred on by Angus' cheering, Christine takes the time to stand again, thrusting the top of the flute at the Hootsman's back. She's obviously not going to pierce anything, but if she hits the small of it, she could at least make him smart for a minute and then work on toppling him again.]

[The Hootsman hisses at the surprise strike, but he does manage to get turned around.]

Two strikes. Not bad!

[His priority shifts when facing such a slippery foe. He makes a grab for Christine's shoulder, prepared to lift her up.]

Eek!

[Christine is lifted slightly off the ground, but though that is certainly a surprise, it probably works out in her favour. It means she's at less of a height disadvantage... so even when she has her arms pinned, she can still swing a leg up (thank ballet for making her so flexible) to kick him in the nose.]

[It's almost comical how she kicks when lifted off of her feet, at least from Angus' point of view. The Hootsman is caught off-guard by Christine's ballet kick, bruising a cheek and hitting his nose with a quiet, satisfying crack.

He yelps and covers his nose with a free arm as Angus laughs from the sidelines.]

Oh! Oh shoot! I'm sorry, are you okay?

[That sounded like it really hurt! Christine is momentarily distracted from the fight, stumbling a bit as she hits the ground, but then approaching the Hootsman with obvious concern.]

[Gods cannot die through dumb mortal accidents, but that doesn't mean they feel no pain. The Hootsman rubs at his face, growling.]

I swear to myself, you could have weaponized your boots and severely maimed me!

[Angus runs over, waving his hands and calling over a health wizard.]

Hootsman, Christine! That was an epic sparring battle, indeed!

[Christine winces with sympathy, a little nervous she might have wrecked her chances on getting the Hootsman as a mentor now that she's hurt him. She checks his face and then takes a step back.]

I'm so, so sorry, Sir Hootsman! I really screwed that up! It was intended to be a friendly kick!

[The health wizard presses a cloth against the Hootsman's face, using a potion of rubbing alcohol and disinfectant to clear the blood. When he steps back, the Hootsman is smiling.]

Hah! If that was friendly, I'd like to see what a powerful kick from you could do! Too rarely have I fought a foe that could draw blood from me. [He stands up, walks over to Christine, and holds out a hand.] Angus's judgement was good today. You are a worthy future barbarian.

[Christine feels a swell of relief as she notices Hootsman grinning, and she carefully smiles back, a little cautious to go too far again... at least until he offers his hand. Then she absolutely beams, taking the Hootsman's hand and shaking it.]

You're too kind, sir! I'm honoured that you hold my skills in high esteem!

[The Hootsman chuckles and turns to Angus, arms crossed.]

Training begins tomorrow! To the northernmost island of Unst, Christine will become the greatest warrior in her universe!

[Angus wiggles a hand, unsure.] Try someplace closer to Dundee. We're still showing the others the safer parts of Fife. [...he turns to Christine.] Unless you wish to stay a week without me or the others?

[Christine giggles at the enthusiasm, but she has the same reservations that Angus does.]

I think it would be best if I stayed close to home. Unless it's really important that I train further out!

[Who knows what's up in the great north? Christine would be intrigued.]

[The Hootsman strokes his braided beard and hums.]

Some of your training can be done wherever we please, but wouldn't you want to use the training arena we have?

[How else will she become a mighty warrior by the time R3 rolls around?]

[Angus, have you been gossiping about her prowess already?

Christine considers this seriously, but she offers an apologetic bow.]

Perhaps at the end of the week, milord. I need to make arrangements to ensure my family is taken care of in the meantime, you know!

[A huff.]

That is enough time. [He pats Christine on the head and turns back to the fire.

Angus runs up to her and gets her standing again.] He wasn't too hard on you, was he?

[Christine takes Angus' help gratefully, giving the Hootsman one last curtsy before turning back to Angus with a grin.]

Oh, no! I'm fine, really! I'm just glad he's okay too, I really got a lucky shot on him.

A lucky shot that you took. A fighter takes advantage of what opportunities are presented to her.

[A firm nod. Christine is a thinker.]

How about a rest at the fire? You came all this way for a fight and no food? Unbelievable.

It was really just instinct...

[She's grateful for the praise, but it's not exactly sinking in that she somehow defeated a demigod. It has to have been a fluke!]

I guess I could eat something... [Her stomach lets out a growl of agreement, and she giggles sheepishly.]

[Angus waves at the men around the campfire.] Two bowls of stew!

[As they approach the fire, Christine will be able to smell a mix of meat, herbs and warm potatoes.]

So many good memories of this valley. Training with the soldiers, planning our assault on the Citadel of Dundee, running with the unicorns...it's good to take a break from it all.

[She could definitely get behind some comfort food right now, so she smiles softly when the smells waft from the fire over to there. She hastens to keep up with Angus as they walk over.]

This must have been a nice place to catch your bearings after all of that... and a good place to tell tales of your adventures!

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