Heroi/Supports

* **Heroi**: Are you sure? You've lost the last three sparring matches. I'm telling you man, living the royal life has made you all flabby.

* **Chase**: Like hell! I've been keeping track and the record is still three hundred sixty to three hundred sixty-one in my favor.

* **Heroi**: Then let's tie that up, shall we?

* **Chase**: You wish.

* **Heroi**: En garde!

* **Chase**: So while we duel, can I ask you what you've been up to all these years? It's been a long time and I haven't had the time to ask in between all the royal shenanigans.

* **Heroi**: Just the normal stuff, you know. Taking jobs, killing people, the like. Hyah!

* **Chase**: Whoa! That was close.

* **Heroi**: Not as grand as joining the Shepherds and falling in love with a prince, surely.

* **Chase**: Ha ha, you'd be surprised at how not-glorious being in the Shepherds is. I guess you could call it gore-ious.

* **Heroi**: Ha! Good one...however...

* **Chase**: Whoa!!

* **Heroi**: You've been disarmed. Looks like the score's been all evened up, huh?

* **Chase**: Aw man. I'll get you next time.

* **Heroi**: Sure you will.

### B Support

* **Chase**: Heroi, put up your dukes.

* **Heroi**: Oh dear. Here to try to get a leg up again?

* **Chase**: You know me too well.

* **Heroi**: More like I know recent events too well.

* **Chase**: What do you mean?

* **Heroi**: Do you remember what our score was when I first joined the Shepherds?

* **Chase**: Yeah, of course. It was three hundred sixty to three hundred sixty-one, my favor.

* **Heroi**: Do you know what the score is now?

* **Chase**: Obviously! It's three hundred ninety even.

* **Heroi**: Exactly. That is a lot of battles. Don't you get tired of fighting me?

* **Chase**: Never! We've been fighting alongside each other for so long, fighting with you is my best way to catch up. Since it's been years since we've worked a case together, we have a lot of catching up to do. Ergo, a lot of sparring.

* **Heroi**: Hmm...Yeah, that makes a lot of sense. It's been so long, I nearly forgot there's always a method to your madness.

* **Chase**: You'd be surprised how far ahead I plan.

* **Heroi**: How about putting that great forethought into this fight?

* **Chase**: Ha ha, touche!

## Heroi and Daniel

### C Support

* **Heroi**: Daniel, what are you doing here?

* **Daniel**: Resting. Is there something wrong with that?

* **Heroi**: Well, not usually, but everyone's out training now. Shouldn't you come with?

* **Daniel**: Nah.

* **Heroi**: Why not? Don't tell me you're too cocky for training.

* **Daniel**: Quite the opposite, actually.

* **Heroi**: What?

* **Daniel**: I don't train or spar with the anyone. The only combat practice I get is on the battlefield.

* **Heroi**: Wh...what?!

* **Daniel**: What, is something wrong with that?

* **Heroi**: I'm just flabbergasted. So the only training in fights you've ever gotten was when people were trying to kill you, am I right?

* **Daniel**: Yep.

* **Heroi**: Astounding. How did you get so good if your only practice has been against people who wouldn't forgive mistakes?

* **Daniel**: Uh, I'm not sure...heh. I guess I'm a natural?

* **Heroi**: No, there's got to be more to this. How'd you get so good without any safe one-on-one practice?

* **Daniel**: You call it safe? I call it dangerous! We don't need to be unnecessarily risking our lives play-fighting each other! What if someone accidentally gets killed?

* **Heroi**: Why are you so paranoid about things going wrong?

* **Daniel**: It's...Look, I don't want to talk about it. Maybe later, alright?

* **Heroi**: Er, okay.

### B Support

* **Heroi**: Here.

* **Daniel**: Why are you giving me a sword?

* **Heroi**: We're gonna spar. Right here and now. Come on.

* **Daniel**: Wha...no! I'm not sparring with you. No way. Not gonna happen.

* **Heroi**: Oh, come on! If you keep refusing to train, you'll end up falling behind everyone else.

* **Daniel**: I've been doing pretty fine so far, so I'm good.

* **Heroi**: No, we're fighting. Ready? Go!

* **Daniel**: Ah!

...

* **Heroi**: Ugh, you're good.

* **Daniel**: Told ya.

* **Heroi**: Hey, don't let your guard down. We're not done yet!

* **Daniel**: Ah! Stay BACK.

* **Heroi**: Ah! Ouch...

* **Daniel**: Oh man, Heroi...are you okay?!

* **Heroi**: I'm fine... You didn't have to get that aggressive.

* **Daniel**: Oh god, it's happening again. Oh man oh man oh man... Please be alright.

* **Heroi**: Hey, I said I'm fine. Don't freak out.

* **Daniel**: Y-you stay right here! I'm gonna go get a healer. This can't happen again!

* **Heroi**: What the...? Okay, this warrants further investigation.

### A Support

* **Heroi**: Daniel, stop trying to run away when I approach you! I'm fine.

* **Daniel**: Sorry Heroi, I just...it's my fault you got hurt.

* **Heroi**: No, of course it's not. I was too insistent that we train.

* **Daniel**: If you're really willing to take the blame, go for it, I guess.

* **Heroi**: However, you did hurt me, so I would like a favor in return.

* **Daniel**: Oh gods...

* **Heroi**: Tell me why you don't like sparring.

* **Daniel**: Oh dear. Well, if it'll get you to forgive me, I guess I'll tell you.

* **Heroi**: That's all I ask.

* **Daniel**: Okay, here goes. When I was a teenager, just starting to get into sword-fighting, I would have sparring matches with my best friend, with whom I spent most of my life up until that point. She dreamt of being a knight like I did.

* **Heroi**: I see. And?

* **Daniel**: And...I was bad at separating practice from actual battle. So we usually ended most of our sparring matches with some knicks and bruises. No big deal, usually. Her mother was a healer, so if anything really bad happened, she would fix it. Until one day she couldn't.

* **Heroi**: What happened?

* **Daniel**: We... got really into it. Somehow the barrier between practice and real fights broke down completely. I blanked, and next thing I knew...Next thing I knew, my sword had pierced her heart. My best friend died and it was all my fault.

* **Heroi**: Oh no...

* **Daniel**: Since then, I've vowed to never practice with anyone. My only practice from then on was on the battlefield. I can't let a friend die again.

* **Heroi**: I see. That makes sense. But I know for a fact you can distinguish fake fighting from the real thing.

* **Daniel**: What makes you say that?

* **Heroi**: I've seen you battle in non-fatal conditions. Remember that tournament? You didn't kill anyone...until you were supposed to.

* **Daniel**: Yeah, but I barely participated then either.

* **Heroi**: I dunno, I think you can do it if you put your mind to it. Besides, it's not like any of us would let you hit us.

* **Daniel**: That sounds like a challenge!

* **Heroi**: One you should take up sometime.

* **Daniel**: You know what? Maybe I will. Thanks Heroi.

* **Heroi**: Say, Daniel.

* **Daniel**: Yeah?

* **Heroi**: You said you couldn't let a friend die again. Does this mean you consider me a friend?

* **Daniel**: Of course!

* **Heroi**: Awesome. Let's go train with the others, friend.

* **Daniel**: Alright. I can do this...