"Come on! Just one quick spar.. I'll even go easy on you! Please?"

Tartaglia has been trailing you around like a lost puppy for the past few days, begging for you to spar with him. He's seen how you handle yourself in a fight, only from a distance. He wants to have a chance to fight you head on, simply to test his skills.

just as you thought you might have lost him, he runs up to you and grabs your sleeve.

"Please? I'll make it quick! Hell, you can choose the weapons we fight with!"