Rance let himself be shoved to the side, toppling to the ground with much more drama than Kel's light nudging really deserved. Kel was already declaring his right to vengeance by the time Rance had levered himself up on his elbows, looking up at his 'assailant' with an arched brow. He rolled to his feet, grabbing his own dropped switch on the way, facing Kel just in time to have the threat tossed at him and feel the tap of Kel's own 'sword' tagging his arm.
Rance made a show of letting the arm dangle at his side for a moment, clutching it with his other hand. "Curses, my arm! Wicked prince, lamin' me so!" His voice shook, laughing at the dramatics of his own words. Then, bending his arm behind him and hooking his thumb over the back of his trousers to make sure he didn't forget, he pointed his own weapon at Kel.
"As long as I have an arm, I can still win!" He swung out clumsily, swinging low as if to 'cut' Kel's leg.
Rance made a show of letting the arm dangle at his side for a moment, clutching it with his other hand. "Curses, my arm! Wicked prince, lamin' me so!" His voice shook, laughing at the dramatics of his own words. Then, bending his arm behind him and hooking his thumb over the back of his trousers to make sure he didn't forget, he pointed his own weapon at Kel.
"As long as I have an arm, I can still win!" He swung out clumsily, swinging low as if to 'cut' Kel's leg.
