Haha, grey, your idea is very close to mine about the boys! And yes, Lalli doesn’t want to.
EDIT forgot to include the poke itself so continued a bit, although Wave’s illustration probably makes it clear already.
Poke
At an unspecified time in the future, during a non-eventful part of a mission or quest
Nothing had happened for days. Everyone was bored, bored, bored. Even Reynir felt he’d almost appreciate encountering some easily defeatable beasts or something. Partially to alleviate everyone else’s boredom, but mainly to give Sigrun something to think about. Sigrun was bordering on the intolerable, after days of no action.
“Now I know exactly what we need!” she proclaimed after they had set up camp. Everyone sighed. After her previous ideas, they weren’t looking forward to this. Emil’s arm was still sore after the “non-serious” arm wrestling the other night.
“Sparring! Nothing to liven up an evening like some good old fashioned fun, by which I mean friendly sparring! Emil, take your blade and come here!”
“I will not!”
“What, don’t be a spoilsport! I’ll go easy on you!”
“No, you won’t!”
Mikkel intervened. “As your medic I have to say I am strongly against us drawing live steel on each other.”
*grumble* “Ok then. I guess you are right. You guys don’t have my skills and nerves of iron. But! We can still spar!” Sigrun went to the pile of equipment. “Ta-da!” She was brandishing two umbrellas. “I knew they’d come in useful!” Tossing one to Emil, she raised the other like a sword. “All right, come on then!”
“No”
“What? Are you mutineerimg?”
“I’m not going to spar with you. You’ll hurt me, even with that thing.”
“Oh by Thor’s hammer! Why are you all so boring! Ok then, go get Lalli and spar with him.”
Lalli wasn’t impressed. “Tyhmä ajatus! En tule.”
”He’s not interested”.
“Well then, Mikkel, if you please?”
“No thank you! He almost broke my leg once!”
“In that case...”
“No! He’s not a fighter!”
“Exactly! We can’t have a non-immune who can’t defend themselves with us any longer! Emil, you will teach Reynir some basics of sword fighting!”
*groaaaannn*
*
“And, so, um... you must not forget to defend yourself, so never lower your blade... and... pay attention to your balance, this would be heavy if it were the real thing...”
“Enough talking! Get to sparring now!”
“But I haven’t even got through the very basics! It’s very slow with translation.”
But Reynir was already pointing his “weapon”, so sighing Emil raised his. They swung at each other tentatively. Reynir still didn’t know anything about fighting, but he had a lot more reach than Emil, who wasn’t really much of a swordsmaster himself. So they slashed and thrust and jumped around, with Sigrun happily cheering them along.
Suddenly Emil’s umbrella went into launch mode and opened. While he was struggling with it, Reynir jumped around and poked him in the ribs with his.
“Haa! You are dead! The student defeats the master!”
“Ow! Give me a break! You only got that because...”
“I win I win I win I win” Reynir danced away.
“Sanoinhan, että se oli tyhmä idea.” Lalli had slunk around and was clearly judging very hard. Whether he was judging Emil or Reynir was unclear. Most likely both.
Lalli says first “Stupid idea. I’m not coming” and at the end “I told you it was a stupid idea”.
