[For whatever reason, Cunning doesn't even bother taking a step back when the fire roars directly in his face. He just holds his ground and shakes his head.]
[Carefully, he tosses the lighter and catches it, and then he puts it in his pocket. On his way out of the arena, he stops to get the armband, but leaves the sword, and then he gets his jacket to shrug back onto his shoulders.
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Anything else? [You goddamn edgelord.]
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[Carefully, he tosses the lighter and catches it, and then he puts it in his pocket. On his way out of the arena, he stops to get the armband, but leaves the sword, and then he gets his jacket to shrug back onto his shoulders.
He pauses.]
Another time.
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If I'm not here, the armory. Another time.