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[gondolin_noble]

Out back, the sound of heavy wooden swords crashing together competes with the more natural sounds of wind and water and demon bunnies. The training area is occupied by two figures today, both having a wonderful time. Glorfindel is in his hunting greens and browns, gems sparkling in his braided hair. He moves with a feline grace, dancing circles around his opponent.

Wei Wuxian is doing his absolute best to not get flattened too badly, but he can't resent losing. He's going to be so very sore when he's done, but there's nothing quite like going all-out.

Yes, he tried to hold back earlier, but got smacked into the dirt for his efforts. He's learned better.

Come watch, or take pity on Wei Wuxian and give Glorfindel someone else to practice with before the poor boy eats dirt again.

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[wayward_sun]

Lucifer is making his way down the path with the look of someone who really thinks someone ought do some landscaping here, preferable adding a concrete path and some decent lamps.

Honestly.

When he spots the two combatants he adds 'and a lawn chair' to his mental list of things he'll suggest helpfully at a later date, and saunters over, all well-groomed and well-dressed and smiling.

"Do carry on."

He'll just watch.

He's just a man in a very nice suit. (He's not at all a man. The suit is nice though)

[gondolin_noble]

There's a short pause, a slight syncopation to the rhythm of the fight. Both combatants clocked that their new audience is something they would fight, in a place that is not here.

But they are here.

And it does certainly appear to be a patron.

Two sets of eyebrows rise, but... well. What can you do? This place is weird, and the whatever-it-is isn't being overtly hostile. So.

Wei Wuxian yelps when Glorfindel tries to take advantage of the momentary distraction.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer - does not pick up on anything.
He merely leans against a tree and calls out appreciation for well carried out thrusts and parried thrusts and what have you.

He really should have brought a drink.
And nibbles.

[gondolin_noble]

Wei Wuxian is infinitely creative and adaptable, but he's up against a warrior who has infinitely more experience and is at his full strength. It really is only a matter of time (and not really much time, no matter how spirited Wei Wuxian's attempts) before the slighter Man is dumped on his ass like an ungainly sack of potatoes.

Glorfindel is polite and doesn't outright laugh at him.

Which is fine, Wei Wuxian does enough laughing for the both of them, though his is breathless.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer applauds enthusiastically.

"Well done! Lovely footwork."

He seems sincere if a little forcefully cheerful.

[alongfallfromgrace]

Wei Wuxian glances at Glorfindel, who offers him a hand up and a shrug. Once Wei Wuxian has his feet under him again, the golden-haired elf wanders away.

"You have an interest in swordsmanship?" Wei Wuxian asks, used to conversing with all sorts of beings.

[wayward_sun]

"I do," Lucifer says, brightly.
"I'm really more of a melee-type myself but I do enjoy nice swords."

He does not look like a melee-type. Unless it is also the name of a fancy drink.

[alongfallfromgrace]

"Ah, no nice swords today, I'm afraid, only these dull practice blades. Evidently my partner here isn't yet convinced I won't somehow manage to stab myself." Wei Wuxian laughs brightly. It is something of the truth, but not all of it.

If Wei Wuxian tried to wield Suibian now, he'd be unconscious within minutes. It's a bit of a problem.

[wayward_sun]

"I suppose that's fair," Lucifer replies.
"Physical harm is frowned upon here. Or so I've been told."

Because he has paid attention and has done no physical harm.
Not that he has had a reason to.

[sunbaked_baker]

The baker, having stepped outside to cool down from the heat of the ovens, leans on the porch railing as she watches, grinning.

She'll cheer for Wei Wuxian and Glorfindel both when either of them does something clever in their sparring.

[gondolin_noble]

Does the presence of their favorite baker inspire them to new heights of showing off?

You betcha.

Which is how when Wei Wuxian attempts a flying leap his core isn't anywhere near ready to support, he ends up nearly eating dirt, only saved from a painful landing by Glorfindel's firm grip on his collar.

Guess who usually had to catch overeager elflings on the regular, once upon a time?

[sunbaked_baker]

In the resulting laughter can be heard some of Sunshine's relief that attempt didn't end up as badly as it could have.

Will there be snacks and refreshments for them when they have worn themselves out?

Absolutely.

[gondolin_noble]

It takes a few more rounds - while Glorfindel is willing to let Wei Wuxian off the hook at any point, Wei Wuxian is having too much fun to quit until he's sent skidding back on his ass in the dirt, his practice sword sent flying off towards the lake.

Wei Wuxian is giggling at his own defeat, so it can't be that bad. Glorfindel reaches over and carefully, gently, over-dramatically, thumps Wei Wuxian over the head with the remaining sword.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Cheers for a gracious victory!" Sunshine laughs, applauding them both.

"I would avenge your defeat," she adds to Wei Wuxian, grinning. "I would - but there are pies in the oven..."

And Glorfindel could likely hang her out to dry with even greater ease.

But mostly the pies!

[alongfallfromgrace]

"What is my pride in comparison to your pies?" Wei Wuxian asks philosophically, reaching to accept Glorfindel's hand up. "Especially if there is a hope I might get some?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"If I get my ass kicked, the pies might burn, and that'd just be a tragedy all around," she chuckles.

"And of course you should have some pie. Both of you."

[gondolin_noble]

Despite wildly disparate lives, elf and man both bow in appreciation.

"Miss Sunshine, you will spoil this youngster - I will eat his portion to help him become fighting fit." Glorfindel offers, over Wei Wuxian's squawk of protest.

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine stops, staring for a moment, then her face breaks into a bright smile. "I hadn't even thought of that. Such a gracious and selfless thing to do for him!"

"It would be dreadful to stunt his progress with pie, even if they will be out of the oven shortly."

[the_seafarer]

It has been a long time since he last saw this elf lord, but he remembers the face well enough.

The other man is unfamiliar, but that makes Caspian, recently returned from a tour aboard the Princess Royal and heading towards the stables to check how they've been kept, no less sympathetic at the beating he's taking.

Caspian pauses in his stroll to watch; he manages to hide his wince at the next time the slighter, dark-haired man goes down, but not very well.

[gondolin_noble]

Glorfindel takes a polite step back to give Wei Wuxian time to recover without being hovered over, but he looks over in time to catch that flinch. The nice thing to do would be to not mention it - Wei Wuxian is still panting, flat on his back. He doesn't need to be given a hard time.

Glorfindel has learned that this Man is just as much of a gremlin as any elfling he's ever trained, so... he isn't nice.

"Even passers-by are feeling sorry for you, youngling - surely it is time for a nap?" He asks, sugar-sweet, and grins like a fox at Wei Wuxian's outraged grumbling.