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[lone_horse]

A raised eyebrow and a tilt of his head.

“You could. But the choice is yours.”

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Never let it be said that Timothy Stoker makes good decisions as to his own wellbeing.

But he does prepare himself first, settling into his stance again and holding the bar at the ready. "Alright then. Let's see it."

[lone_horse]

Kiryu nods and then he’s shifting his shoulders and cracking his neck either way. Finally, he looks at Tim… and comes charging at him with a swing this time.

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That's hot.

Tim's eyes narrow as he tries to focus, and makes the attempt to swing his pole up and into Kiryu's arm to throw that swing off, and twists the far end to slam around into the side of Kiryu's ribs.

[lone_horse]

The moment before the pole would hit, red spectral flame springs up, covering his body and the pole? Bounces off. It’ll bounce off his ribs too and those knuckles will stop a centimeter from Tim’s face as the flames disappear again.

Kiryu smiles at Tim, just a bit shitty.

“See? Upright.”

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Tim barely has time to get the pole under control between ricocheting off the man suddenly being on fire, and he freezes rather sharply when there's a flaming fucking fist less than an inch from his eyes.

He doesn't blink, though his eyes flick between the fist and Kiryu's gently smug expression: he just swallows, quite audibly.

"Not much of a challenge, there," he says, a bit breathless. "More of a curbstomp."

[lone_horse]

He opens his hand and draws back before standing upright.

“It takes a moment to get to my feet,” he says honestly, “and you might have hit before I used the heat. Harder, but doable.”

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"Right." He exhales slowly after Kiryu pulls back, finally putting one end of the staff on the ground for a brief reprieve. "Noted."

He'll take a moment to lift his shirt so he can give his face a quick wipe. "How'd you learn that party trick?"

[lone_horse]

"Learned it from a friend," he answers, though his answer addresses the red/blue flame specifically as opposed to the flame itself. That's a more complicated answer. Having talked to a few people about it-

"It's not magic. One person here called it Force. But I think of it as heat, the energy of a fight."