call me out (2025)

[rodimus]

select character, request character, receive starter. or leave me a starter i don't particularly care either way.

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[segue]

[ eventually — after his mind processes this encounter and doesn't feebly write it off as some wayward dream. for all mydeimos' calm fortitude, equally unshaken stoicism, of a resolve incapable of crumbling under the weight of quick, successive burdens regardless of the sacrifices, what may never be had again — phainon knows better than to add onto that ever-growing load, much less meet him on a shaky foundation, however temporary in its half-assed presentation.

for now, phainon falls into step beside mydeimos, only proceeding further, footfalls hurried and enthused, upon their arrival at the broad, open space. he looks over his shoulder to address the other man, turning fully once there's a considerable distance between them, stepping onto their own little makeshift ring. ]

Are you really boasting about your accumulated riches to me, Mydeimos? [ said with a lift of a brow, a toothy grin, a hand now planted upon his hip.

phainon can't say the same for himself. he ended up with a... training dummy for an opponent, and in his typical broke glory, he only really has the promised 5,000 numis to his name after the fact. not much of a practice round that he was hoping for, less interactive and engaging than he'd like. but this — mydeimos has always promised experiences worth remembering, and a typical spar isn't exempt. ]

So are we playing by the rules they've provided at the arena? Or shall we up the stakes? Just to give it an additional kick to this.

🎀!

[nowordfor]

Let us up the stakes to the rules we are used to, though I shall not hold back from this Shifted Form they have granted us.

( Sparing Phainon with anything less than everything he has at his disposal is an insult to both himself and the other man. The Deliverer is his equal -- that, he knows, will not change even with their arrival here. He can only hope that in the next life, when there is no Strife, that they will remain so. If not in combat, then perhaps in some other way.

For all that he considers Phainon his rival, he understands that there is no one else that can match him. For all that he considers Phainon his friend, there is no small amount of joy in the fact that there are moments where Mydei can best him. No small amount of joy in knowing that Phainon is reason enough for Mydei to improve, to be better. )

If you can best me in one round out of three, Deliverer, I'll save you the embarrassment of enquiring about how well your own rounds went. Come then.

( And let them do what they do best: raise each other to better, higher heights. )