[Asbel gasps as the first blow strikes between his shoulder and collarbone. The second lands lower. His arms already ache from the force of the previous strikes, but he manages to position the sword between himself and the next consecutive attack. But it doesn't stop. This isn't a sparring match, this isn't a game. Why?]
[...Why is this happening? Why?!]
Rrgh! Stop it, Hubert! Stop it right now!! [Asbel winces, lashing out with an attack of his own, aiming for the flat bottom on one of the weapons in the hopes of partially disarming him.]
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[...Why is this happening? Why?!]
Rrgh! Stop it, Hubert! Stop it right now!! [Asbel winces, lashing out with an attack of his own, aiming for the flat bottom on one of the weapons in the hopes of partially disarming him.]
I don't want to fight you!