“Lets.” Handy agreed, stepping back into the ring. The two traded blows for another half hour, Tanismore kept on trying to distract Handy with his quips, to which Handy made sure not to fall for again. The art of conversation, as it were, had a place on the battlefield as far as Tanismore was concerned. Handy had to admit, he liked the griffon, he was still an incorrigible ne’erdowell but he was the loveable sort.