With a flurry of strikes all that was left of the new target was clumps of its filling strewn on the floor alongside thick, granular, coarse skin, riddled with thick holes. Even after the sucsessiob of attacks that reduced the practice dummy to fetters and scrap, Sawyer didn't look the slightest bit fatigued. Instead, he turned to JT, holding his sword loosely. "Y'know. A good sparring match had always cheered me up. What do you say? Up for a little fight?" Sawyer smiled and twirled his sword. [spoiler]Wait, do you know what Sawyer looks like?[/spoiler]