[There's a heavy THUCK above Iorveth's head; a sai wobbles, buried just enough in the wood for it to stay horizontal.]
I'm not done!
[But he is, Raphael's finished. He's breathing heavily and the cuts on his hands are soaking into the wrappings around his knuckles. He can't grip his other sai the way he wants to, his teeth are stained with a little bit of blood from where he'd bitten the inside of his mouth and dirt from all the falls he's taken. He's filthy and bruised and tired.
He still stands there, glaring at Iorveth. He's just a kid desperate to prove his worth, looking for respect in all the wrong places.]
[ There's just a tired sigh for the sai thudded into the tree branch. He finishes pulling himself the rest of the way up before squatting down on the low branch, staring down. ]
You are.
[ The sai is yanked out of the wood and Iorveth stands, holding it at one end as he surveys the forest beyond them. Takes aim aaaaand throws it. Somewhere a few trees away it'll be stuck in the bark slightly higher up than Raphael can reach without needing to jump. He glances back down to him with a gaze that is completely dismissing. ]
Return when you're ready to learn.
[ And the elf turns his back, pulling himself the rest of the way up into the denser branches of the tree. He'll be ignoring any other comments. ]
[Raph stands there, rants and raves. Screams up at the tree about how Iorveth thinks he's so much better, about how Raphael could have taken him, about how he'll show him something he doesn't know, etc.
But it's all just hot air and when he finally gives up he storms off, locates his sai and yanks it out of the tree before dropping to the ground, tired. He sits there and collects his thoughts. Thinks about what Splinter would have him do at a time like this, unwilling to admit to himself how badly he misses his father but unable to think of anything else right now.
He looks up. At the trees, the foliage around him. Looks back over in Iorveth's direction. Then he picks up his weapons and trudges back home to rest.]
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I'm not done!
[But he is, Raphael's finished. He's breathing heavily and the cuts on his hands are soaking into the wrappings around his knuckles. He can't grip his other sai the way he wants to, his teeth are stained with a little bit of blood from where he'd bitten the inside of his mouth and dirt from all the falls he's taken. He's filthy and bruised and tired.
He still stands there, glaring at Iorveth. He's just a kid desperate to prove his worth, looking for respect in all the wrong places.]
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You are.
[ The sai is yanked out of the wood and Iorveth stands, holding it at one end as he surveys the forest beyond them. Takes aim aaaaand throws it. Somewhere a few trees away it'll be stuck in the bark slightly higher up than Raphael can reach without needing to jump. He glances back down to him with a gaze that is completely dismissing. ]
Return when you're ready to learn.
[ And the elf turns his back, pulling himself the rest of the way up into the denser branches of the tree. He'll be ignoring any other comments. ]
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But it's all just hot air and when he finally gives up he storms off, locates his sai and yanks it out of the tree before dropping to the ground, tired. He sits there and collects his thoughts. Thinks about what Splinter would have him do at a time like this, unwilling to admit to himself how badly he misses his father but unable to think of anything else right now.
He looks up. At the trees, the foliage around him. Looks back over in Iorveth's direction. Then he picks up his weapons and trudges back home to rest.]