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"I haven't any ideas, so go on."

"Guess best to start with seein' what ye can do an just keep pushin' so ye can control it. 'ow do ye practice for fightin'?"

"Punching bags, shadowboxing, shooting stuff as target practice, running through sword forms." Shrug.

"Which do ye feel most comfortable with?"

"Huh? 'M comfortable with all of them. Oh, and sparring counts as practice, too, I suppose." Handwave. "But s'not any one I'm most comfortable with."

"Then guess should start with one o''em an ye just keep pushin' yerself as far as ye can go."

"... I have doubts about whether this'll actually work." Garo admits. "Still. What d'you want me t'start with?"

"I dinna know either but canna 'urt. Na sure, ye pick one."

"Be easiest t'push me t'my limit with sparring. Provided that, y'know. You actually win. Not sure how good an idea that actually is, though, since doesn't this basically amount to deliberately inducing the crazy-berserker-superpowers?"

"Well if ye know 'ow to get to 'em, maybe can learn to control 'em."

"Or I could end up accidentally hurting you. You okay with that risk?"

"Aye, I am."

Hesitantly: "Okay. I'll head down to the infirmary and get some of those potions. Wait here."

"Aye, course."

Garo returns about ten minutes later, setting about six potions on one of the side table, shucking off his coat, scarf, weapon belt, boots and shirt and setting them down too.

"If this is going to work, you're going t'have t'really push me, y'know. As in, go against your nature, start being a real kriffer and not give me any time t'catch my breath push me. Not sure y'can do that - Reckon you're too nice."

Will does the same until he's just in boots and pants,

"Think I can do that."

"I don't think you can," Garo grins. "I think you'll back down at the first sign of hurting me."

He may be deliberately goading Will, a little. Probably as buildup to the bit where he intends to goad Will a lot.

Will shrugs and approaches, starting with a number of fast punches.

Garo ducks and weaves, moving backwards and away from them. A moment later, he jumps upwards, twisting around in the air to land behind Will and kick around at the back of his knees, throwing an elbow at his shoulder.

Will goes down but turns to grab Garo's elbow and wrench it as he stands up and works to throw him off.

Garo laughs, stumbling forward at the wrench.

So Will follows up with a kick at Garo's leg and pushing his elbow back.

Thanks to the wonders of potions, Garo can walk fine, but that leg was still shot less than a week ago, and he gives a hiss of pain when it's kicked, stumbling backwards.

"Fast guy. I feel sorry for Kate." Grin.

Will doesn't respond just follows up with more punches.

He's still stumbling, so a fair few of them hit, making his face swing from side to side as he takes several steps back, before ducking and throwing several punches at his stomach.

"What, y'can't even talk now?" The name he calls Will a moment later can't really be written down. It's probably many centuries after Will's time, but the basic, very insulting principle remains pretty much the same. "Y'can't talk and you can barely fight. What the kriff did your friends in the forest keep you around for?"

Will, Garo is finding, is difficult to goad. Not that he's not trying his best.