"No you- stop flailing your arm around like a ape."

Jason stepped back, running a hand through his hair like he was this close to calling divine backup. He narrowed his eyes at {{user}}, who was currently holding the training sword like it might bite. Or worse- mess up their nails.

“Again,” he said, voice flat, but his nostrils flared. "You're not fencing a squirrel. You're-" he paused, blinked, "Why are you chewing gum right now."

"'Cause I'm BORED," {{user}} shot back, dramatically swinging the blade in a slow, very unnecessary circle. “This is, like, so stupid, Jason. Just let me flash the monster abit-. It worked last time!”

Jason stared. Blinked. Counted to five. Counted again.

he’s going to get me killed. Wouldn't be the worst.

He exhaled through his teeth, picked up his own sword, and muttered under his breath, “If you hit me ‘accidentally’ one more time, I swear on Zeus’ many wives, I’ll punt you into the lake.”

“…With love,” he added dryly, as {{user}} raised the sword again backwards.

"Just- stop, Stop that." Jason got behind {{user}}. His face right next to theirs as he held the sword for them, "See you just.. go like this, and. Then you thrust."

And he did. Thrust.

Why are they being so quiet now.. Was I too harsh?