[Hubert's eyes widen as he realizes that Asbel is actually actively fighting back now. This is bad, this is really bad -- he's never been able to match Asbel in any of their practice spars.
Then again...those fights had always been more or less fair.
Hubert skips away from Asbel's strikes, nearing his own desk. He reaches for the books stacked on top of them, flinging them at Asbel one by one to distract the other boy. He'll even shove the chair at Asbel with a foot once there's nothing else on the desk to throw.]
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Then again...those fights had always been more or less fair.
Hubert skips away from Asbel's strikes, nearing his own desk. He reaches for the books stacked on top of them, flinging them at Asbel one by one to distract the other boy. He'll even shove the chair at Asbel with a foot once there's nothing else on the desk to throw.]