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RE To the Scar in the Sky We March Dragon Age Inquisition with sixlikesgore. It was the Inquisitor's brows that knitted when Cassandra removed her sword and shield, laying the weapons respectfully against a tree trunk. That wasn't what she had intended! The slim rogue wearing a slight pout as she looked from one to the other - Bull's expression remained the same, self-assured but not condescending. Cassandra, on the other hand, looked like she was itching for a fight. But still, Leila had already made up her mind - this was in truth just entertainment. As long as Bull had put up a good showing, even if he lost, she would probably sign the Chargers anyway, especially since she knew well from traveling with Cassandra just how good a warrior the woman was. Whether or not she agreed to the prim and proper demands the Seeker made of her, Leila would admit that she trusted the woman with her back. But like, being a good warrior was one thing, but brawling unarmed with that massive Qunari? What was Cassandra planning on doing, grab onto his horns and pummel him to submission? She paused at the thought, grinning, nudging Varric a little bit again, muttering under her breath. She was quite sure the Seeker couldn't hear her whispered words, but that fact was questionable given their proximity. I didn't think she would agree...maybe our Seeker wants a piece of that? A wink and a nudge, the dwarf laughing heartily to her rather crude joke. He didn't reply directly, but chose to address the situation. No offense intended, Seeker, but this is a teeny bit unfair. Might I propose the two of you fight armed...with...ah...sticks perhaps? The dwarf offered, ever diplomatic. Ohh that's a great idea! The Inquisitor quickly seconded him. It was a familiar duet, really, the two rogues just seemed to get along naturally. An onlooker might have even mistaken the two for being related, if not for Varric being a dwarf and all. The chirpier rogue hopped away closer to the coast. There wasn't any branches to speak of so close to see, but there was enough wreckage for her to rummage through. Bits of sunken ships and exploded caskets. Prancing back now, a slimmer plank in one hand, and a rather giant piece of log wrapped in her other arm. Struggling somewhat, carrying along with her a flat piece of plank as well, no doubt intended to replicate a shield. Have at ye! She chimed, dropping the mess of wooden planks onto the ground, the respective weapons obvious. Raising her voice now, drowning out the murmurs of the Chargers still cleaning up the scene. Come one, come all, to witness the glorious duel of Cassandra Pentaghast, Seeker of Truth, and Iron Bull, Leader of the Bull's Chargers! Leila might, if she ever decided to retire as a rogue, have a career in theater. Dropping her voice to a normal tone again, she added. Just like, don't bludgeon each other to death. Everything else is fair game. Iron Bull seemed amused by the whole thing. Picking up the rather sizable plank, testing the weight, swinging it in the air a few times. The grip wasn't nearly as sturdy as his trusty two-handed axe, but the reach of the plank was quite good. Well Seeker, the Inquisitor have spoken...Come at me whenever you are ready. He offered, widening his stance, plank raised defensively with both hands.