The totality is kind of overwhelming as a single story.

Yeah, I can't even talk about a weekend without sounding fake.

I'm pleased you broke the sword instead of the opposite.

Yeh. Didn't even leave a real bruise. Bit of a welt, but that's already gone down. Really, I'm just kind of hard to injure.

It sounds like someone needs to get some training in 'don't be a fucking ass while sparring,' though.

What's doubly interesting is that we hadn't been partnered up in the shield-only rounds. He swapped with the other person specifically to have a go at me. I don't even know why.

On that first charge - with which he got nowhere, I note, and was awfully surprised about that - on the way in, I completely had Widowmaker instincts to just [pow] him, right in the head. I could just feel myself raising the rifle. No, fool, you do not charge the sniper. （⌒▽⌒）