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Sokka would call himself a rational man. However, being randomly deposited on a living ship that travelled through the stars, being given clothes that were apparently alive and being surrounded by a bunch of strange people was not at all a rational thing. So he did what anyone else would have done. He went to the sensoriums to try and pretend he wasn't where he really was. He was in the eerily accurate courtyard of Master Piandao's extensive home. It was kind of relaxing, being somewhere familiar to him. Still, the thoughts of this strange new place were all that ran through his head He was going to have to look after Katara, even if she was probably one of the best waterbenders to ever walk the planet. He was her older brother and it was his responsibility to get her home, no matter what happened. The people were strange and wonderous and he had seen things he didn't know how to explain.

He sighed, shook his head. Clear your mind, Sokka. He paused, still for a moment before he drew his sword in a single fluid movement and dropped into a stance before working elegantly through a series of movements, flowing easily from attack to defense and back again, blade humming as it cuts through the air. This was the best way to work off stress and keep focused, exercise and practice, pure and simple.

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"Honestly, I don't know what to think. This place is just plain weird. And I've seen some pretty weird stuff in my time." He paused, raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, if you'd like. I'm not all that good though..." Modesty or truth? Who knows? He bows, then shifts into a high guard, waiting for her.

"It is. Technology was never even dreamed to be as advanced as this, let alone anywhere near. The concept of 'aliens' I did not hear until I arrived here," Pirogoeth said, looking around the sensorium. The fact an illusion was so real was odd.

"Thou hast the talent to be great. With thine training started, it may not take a great deal of time if thoust is not a challenge already," Pirogoeth said, drawing her own short sword, studying his blade. "A unique metal," she commented.

And then she dashed forward, swinging up with the blade. She was a quick fighter, it's how she could fight even though she was not particularly strong. She could also control her reflexes quite well, prepared to stop her blow should she think Sokka wouldn't move out range of an attack that might do some real harm.

Sokka brought the sword up and around, parrying the incoming blow and stepping to one side at the same time to avoid the dagger in the woman's other hand.

"Made it from a space rock." He replied dryly, shifting into a stance of attack as he beat her sword away and lunged forwards.

An extra step? Why did he...ah, he was worried about the dagger, most likely. "Space rock? From a meteor? Thou seems to be quite observant consistently. Many can miss those or the fact their opponent has a dagger," she said in a tone that, even if still distant and neutral, had an approving ring to it as she moved with her sword after he pushed it to side step his attack.

It was hard to become great if a warrior couldn't notice things. Meteors could be gone in a flash, after all.

"Do not worry about the dagger. I do not intend to use it for a sparring match," she explained as she brought up her sword, the flat of the blade, to hit his back. It'd hurt, but be far from any reason harm. She wanted to see how quick he was on his feet.

"Welll, it did kind of land right in front of us. So not that observant. But yeah...Master Piandao told me that I should always be mindful of my surroundings." He nodded in reply, then sprung backwards, sword back into it's defensive posture as he avoided her blow.

"In front of you? Thou art fortunate to not have been hurt then. It had to be rather sizable to create a sword," Pirogoeth said, raising her blade towards Sokka again. "Thou has a wise master. When one cannot force another's hand through brawn, then it takes a quick mind to compensate."

She studied him for a moment before going in again, thrusting for the weakest defended point from his posture.

"Yeah, well, it wasn't like directly in front of us..." He replied, then moved forwards, into the blow. His blade slid against Pirogeth's and he deflected it upwards. He lunged forward into another thrust.

"Even then. Stars that fall to the earth have been known to make craters far bigger than themselves," Pirogoeth commented. Pirogoeth felt the upwards tug. He was making an opening and she had to move. She twisted and turned on her legs, her side facing Sokka and bending just to avoid the blade. "Good," she said, stepping back quickly to get some more space, this time letting him come to her.

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