Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150318011410/@comment-25038310-20150318205029

"Must we do this now, Tom?" Antoine asked, annoyed as he exited the gate of Whiterun with Thomas by his side, who was sporting his casual smirk. He elbowed Antoine in the shoulder, chuckling to himself. He was surprised of his little brother's behaviour and lack of motivation.

"Yes. You know, it's a simple sparring match -" He assured, as he gestured at the plains outside of Whiterun. "I'll go easy on you.." he claimed, his smirk turning into a grin.

"Why, I doubt that it'll make a difference, outside of your normal battles. You're a copycat Thomas - you never came up with a fightimg style of your own, while our other siblings did."

Thomas chuckled abit more, clearly not bothered by the insult - or whatever he reffered to it as. "Anthony, that's exactly what makes me abit more different - this is my fighting style. I can go from a berserker to a one handed weapon wielder to a rogue, while you all limit yourselves with one fighting style." He noted, crossings his arms as the two siblings left Whiterun and headed for a neighbouring area.

"Yes - but it's also your weakness - you also have a limit, and you can only copy those you have already fought. If someone were to kill you before you could analyze his weaknesses, you're fucked."

Thomas shrugged, raising his shoulders as he looked at Antoine from the corner of his eye. "Well, so far that hasn't happened.. so I'll pay little attention to it. I'm the type of guy that lets problems come at me - I don't wait and prepare a solution.. I make it up as I go."

"And that's exactly the reason you're not a high ranking general in the army, Tom."

"You're such a bore, Antoine. Today you are.." he claimed, sounding abit worried and annoyed at the same time. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing.. let's just get to it." Antoine finished, as he started walking off a few dozen metres away from Thomas, apparently getting ready for a duel. As he walked, he grabbed both of his two daggers he used to dual wield.

Thomas simply remained in place, continueing to cross his arms. He waited for Antoine to do the first move. He wanted to know what Antoine bothered him, but he chose to let it slide and perhaps ask later again. Who knows, perhaps an answer might pop up later at anytime.

He spread his foot as he got into a battle stance, and stared into the emerald eyes of his opponent and brother, who started adjusting the bandana that covered his face.