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[Lukas Berg]

"Prolly wit a broom..." He mumbled looking away from his leader. "An' not like it matter she was a GOIL and I'se a BOY"

[Daniel Cardoni]

"Thank you for that, i wasn't sure i was correct there for a moment." He snapped. "Because you certainly are acting like a goil." He raised an eyebrow. "Dont insult my mother, either. Now look, i can either help you heah, or i can leave. It doesnt mattah to me. Its your reah, not mine."

[Lukas Berg]

Lukas flared his nose. "Fine. Help me out so I ain't in a sling next time some jerk picks a fight." He complied with an almost mechanical response, rolling his eyes as well. But of course Lukas had to make a smart ass addition. "I wasn't insultin', Ace, she prolly did do some sweepin'..."

[Daniel Cardoni]

Ace shrugged, "We had servants doing that, Lukas." He said softly, but snapped out of it. "And im not going to stand heah and spend time with you unless you really are going to listen. That means stop playing around."

[Lukas Berg]

Lukas gave him a queer look but shook it off. With a nodd he stated, "No more game, promise." His face was blank again and he let his arms fall. "Ready Mastah Cardoni..." He said then bit his lip and quickly added, "sorry, last time.."

[Daniel Cardoni]

Ace didn't look to sure, but he nodded anyway. "That little move i showed you earlier, only worked because you were smaller than the person attacking you. You are more nimble, able to slip away. If you can block and dodge as well.... They wont be able to get a hold on you- and if they do, you can get out of it."

[Lukas Berg]

Lukas nodded, actually listening for a change "Sounds like ya want me ta be a cat..." He mummbled but stopped trying to live up to his promise. "Ya think I should always be on da offinsive? What 'bout me throwin' a few punches..." He acted it out a bit throwing his arms in the air a bit.

[Daniel Cardoni]

"Kinda like a cat." He bit back a chuckle as the other flailed around. "Okay, you want to throw a few punches?" He shrugged, "Throw them." He stood there, eyebrow raised. "Come on, i know i got you a little mad at me."

[Lukas Berg]

Lukas cocked his head. "Yeah, ya tick me off a lot..." He muttered still looking at Ace cautiously. They had been here before and last time his knees got scratched up. He threw a few low punches towards Ace then huffed, "it would be nicah if my arms were 'bout 5 inches longah.."

[Daniel Cardoni]

"Make them five inches longer." Ace told him as he moved around, "Get right up close when you fight. People wont expect it. Get up close, and keep moving. You're right when i said embrace your height. You wont be able to truly fight until you do that."

[Lukas Berg]

Lukas tightened his lips "yeah maybe I can't get a wiff of some nice body odah seein' as how dats where me head will be..." Short people and arm pits never mixed well. He shuffled himself closer trying with a few more jabs to the gut.

[Daniel Cardoni]

Ace laughed. "What did i tell you about taking it seriously?" He danced away. "Come on, Lukas....You going to let a rich boy beat you around?"

[Lukas Berg]

"Sorry sorry , i can't 'elp it.." He said now keeping his distance. He raised an eyebrow at him "Maybe if i was rich I'd 'ave maids ta do all da sweepin' and 'ave time ta learn ta fight too!" His voice lowered at the end of the sentence and he ran at Ace, tucking his head low and barreling into his stomach. His little body became a battering ram.

[Daniel Cardoni]

Ace hit the ground with a cough, arm curling around his stomach. "Ha...That's what i was talking about. I wasn't even expecting that..." He licked his dry lips and bit back a pang of unease. He hated talking about his past, mostly because he had left it all behind.

But he had noticed that mentioning he was a spoiled rich boy did cause people to get mad at him, and sometimes anger was the best way to get at someone.

[Lukas Berg]

Lukas was strewn about the ground a few feet from Ace. He untangled himself, huffing a little bit in German and finally sat upright. He beamed, proud of himself, despite the slight twinge in his head he was trying to rub out with his fingertips. "I ain't all bad..." He said with a smirk getting to his feet, "how's yer belly?" He extended a hand to Ace.