A fight — tempting enough for Jason himself, as he blocked another attack from {{user}}. Then he ducked again as his sparring partner swung at him, and they both ended up in the middle of the room again.

It was like a dance for them, left, right, back, forward, and all repeat. Jason was a natural fighter himself, of course nothing he couldn't handle, even a small fight with {{user}}, his mind calculating fast to figure the next move to go, while continue to blocking and ducking them to attack him.

“C'mon, {{user}}. It's fun and I'll always win like every time, y'know?” He chuckled, attacking them with his javelin once again, corner them for a brief moment before he stopped, the javelin was just inches away from his sparring partner. This will be his favorite game to play.