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An amused snort is their answer, first. The idea of a spar is certainly appealing, especially to the part of them that still screamed and howled to be recognized as Mandalorian once more.

But with no clan, they were no more a Beroya than the rock nearest to their foot. It probably had a higher kill count. Simran tilted their head back to the bird high above, closing their eyes briefly, before their eyes fell to the woman again.

Not a sir. Can forgive you on the misunderstanding, though. They slowly rocked their weight back, gaze focused, as any good freelancer selling their skills would be.

If we are to spar, there are some things I would like to know first. Like your current fighting ability, your name, maybe even where you’re coming from, and if anybody else would wish for the teaching. They said, tipping their head to the side briefly.