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[bleps]

[That sounds fascinating and utterly worrisome all the same. Never mind Connor's thoughts on prayer, but it's more than obvious that things born of desperation can never be anything good -- such seems to be the universal truth of it.]

"Dealing" with summonings. Meaning that you come into conflict with them?

[He's trying to imagine Arenvald crossing swords(?) with a godlike being born of pure prayer. He's not sure he can quite form the right image in his head, with no offense to his friend.]

[paladorable]

That's right. You hit a Primal hard enough, and it'll still fall down, just like anything else.

[ He breathes out a little laugh, however, looking embarrassed. ]

Of course, when it comes to fighting Primals, I'm still very wet behind the ears.

[bleps]

How many have you fought?

[That's still more primals than Connor's fought, which is a big fat zero. Experiences that he doesn't have and can't imagine unless his friend is kind enough to tell him about them.

Arenvald might look embarrassed, but Connor just looks attentive, ready to listen.]

[paladorable]

Ah, only two.

[ Which might sound impressive, but next to someone like the Warrior of Light, and even the group of summoners he’d accompanied on his second jaunt, it was barely anything at all. ]

I really didn’t do much, honestly. It all happened so fast, I can scarce remember any of it.

[bleps]

…Maybe it’s just because I don’t have proper context, but that still sounds like a not insubstantial feat to have accomplished.

[He knew Arenvald could fight, but he must be very skilled, beyond what Connor expected.]

[paladorable]

Ah, trust me. I had veterans at my side each time. They’re the true heroes.

[ Arenvald “can’t take a compliment” Lentinus strikes again. ]

[bleps]

[Arenvald...]

I’m sure your contribution was just as important. You don’t strike me as the type to let others do the majority of the work.

If you don’t mind, I’d like to see you spar someday.

[paladorable]

You would?

[ He's oddly embarrassed by that notion. He doesn't think he'd be much fun to watch, but he doesn't want to outright dissuade Connor if he's curious. ]

I... I guess I won't stop you if you really want to.

[bleps]

...if it isn’t a problem.

[He doesn’t need to be an RK800 to pick up on that self-consciousness.]

I won’t interrupt. I promise.

[paladorable]

It won't be a problem. I've just never had an audience before.

[bleps]

Then I'll be happy to be the first.

[He's Connor; it's only expected that he'll be on Good Behavior.]

[paladorable]

[ He knows he will, and he offers his friend a smile. That embarrassment is still there, a little bit, but it seems to have ebbed some. ]

Once we get back to the Temple then, I’ll let you know when I want to go a few rounds with the striking dummies.