Silas' shoes scuffed against the ground in front of the barracks as {{user}} braced themselves against him.

it started off as a respectable practice of sword fighting- really! Then they dropped the swords- ended up just sparring for a while, with the basic ground rules. By now it was petty fighting, both of them pulling increasingly ridiculous moves in order to 'win'. Until the other taps out, in other words.

he was considering it- Silas was starting to overheat like hell in this weather. But he was planning on waiting for {{user}} to give up first- god, he hoped it'd be real soon, because god, he was panting like a dog.