It wasn't exactly unusual for Tommathan "Todd" English to stand in the middle of a flood-meadow, messing around with his abilities while pumping dubstep into his ears. (Or, as he preferred to call it, "training.") The close proximity to the river meant that testing his limits were as easy as summoning as heavy a rainfall as he could muster and see how much he could flood the river. Mostly, though, it looked nice and the air was exceptionally fresh and nobody would ask him to lower the volume on his music.<br/><br/>Todd barely noticed the stranger's arrival at first, nor was he listening much to what the stranger was saying. Yes, he was THAT caught up in his "practice," and his dubstep was THAT loud. He was wearing headphones, too, which made it even harder to tell what the stranger was saying. He could tell it was English, though, which struck him as a bit unusual. He expected German, honestly. This helped him to pay a bit more attention, but as his ears were already filled with the sounds of SKRILLEX's<span style="font-style: italic">Bangarang</span>pumping out of his headphones, all Todd caught was something about having a bit of fun. Without looking at the stranger's body language or clothing, Todd could only assume that he was talking about a quick fight. In his experience, most people who approached him when he was flailing around with sharp object in a flood-meadow were looking for a way to test their limits, and had also arrived to flail around with sharp objects. And flailing around with sharp objects was always more fun when you had a solid target to flail in the general direction of.<br/><br/>And Todd could feel himself being inexplicably drawn towards the stranger. A light tugging at his soul. He didn't recognize it as desire magic, despite being afflicted with other forms of hypnotic sorcery in the past. His memory sucked when it came to his own adventures. But it had been a while since he had last fought, he was certain of that much. Ever since he had arrived in Europe, in fact...<br/><br/>Then again, he was in Europe to visit relatives on his father's side in Italy. He didn't get to see relatives very often, what with being a wandering adventurer and all, and would rather not get TOO decapitated before he got to spend some time with them. Who knows how bad a first impression that would be - if he arrived at the door covered in cuts and bruises! As much as he wanted to get some practice in, he would have to decline, much to his discontent.<br/><br/>"Yeah, pass. I'm a bit busy later this week. I'll probably come back here in, I dunno, a month or so. You could take a stab at it then."<br/><br/>Yeah, it was a lame sword pun. Sue him. He didn't really care for putting much effort into that particular pun, of course. After all, flailing around with a sharp object took up a lot of brainpower, and making quality puns took quite a bit of time. If he had all the time in the world, then maybe he'd try to make sure every pun was perfect, but he didn't, so... Tough luck. Reality would have to be stuck with diamonds in the rough when it came to Todd's hellacious banter. A<span style="font-style: italic">pun</span>ishing reality, but reality nonetheless.