[He's a bit surprised to find the man here - Mandricardo blinks, eyes glancing to the blade in his hands. He's had his fair share of fights in the past, and this isn't a man who's going to rush him at any moment. At least, he hopes.]
[He stares for a moment, before he does something that might as well be very rash, indeed - he bends down to put down his own wooden sword on the ground, before holding his hands up.]
[Mandricardo, standing vulnerable.]
I-I'm not here to hurt you. [He's trying to be soothing, but it just comes out a little nervous.] It's okay.
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[He's a bit surprised to find the man here - Mandricardo blinks, eyes glancing to the blade in his hands. He's had his fair share of fights in the past, and this isn't a man who's going to rush him at any moment. At least, he hopes.]
[He stares for a moment, before he does something that might as well be very rash, indeed - he bends down to put down his own wooden sword on the ground, before holding his hands up.]
[Mandricardo, standing vulnerable.]
I-I'm not here to hurt you. [He's trying to be soothing, but it just comes out a little nervous.] It's okay.