Time zips around back and forth past Arks blows, for observers, he himself seems to be moving as if he used an time altering spell of some sort on himself.

He flashes out of the area and the surrounding Arks to another further area in the clearing.

"Wanna call it here? I would say it was a good spar." He calls out.

"I like the creative usage of magic," Galaxian volunteers, mustering up a smile at both of the other gods. "It was cool to watch."

Time nods in thanks.

"Hmmm. How about we continue to talk about what we were going on before the topic of sparing each other came along?" Time says with on of his hands to his chin.

"Yeah. Ahem." Time desummons his sword as he clears his throat, "So, you ever wonder why you don't remember where you get your spells?" He asks upfront.

Galaxian looks a little skeptical. "It doesn't look so complicated," he notes, though obviously he doesn't move to demonstrate. "It looks like it was just broken and reversed in direction," he adds, as if to specify. "You could do that without magic. Not just with brute force, mind you, but a lot of brute force could do the former." He looks at the image again. "Albeit, with a finger. Though I'm not sure why someone would do that."
To brag, Galaxi.

"That's the thing! It's less a spell, and more like a program-type thing. Instructions." Ark desummons the hologram. "It's weird."

Galaxian is a little confused at this point (yes, already), but he keeps that to himself. You can probably see his remaining scarlet eye glaze over a little, though.

"I'm gonna try to catch a guy," Galaxian offers dully, leaving his sentence intentionally vague because he feels like Ark might get more excited about catching a guy than he would. 

Galaxian raises his right eyebrow slightly. It's the one he finds easier to raise. "But why?" he asks.

"No, no, I don't think it will be," Galaxian immediately denies the prospect, though what he's talking about is unclear. 

"No, not really. Mostly just wandering. Occasional deforestation. I got a croissant once. But I mostly just hang out around forengard and join in whatever looks interesting." 

"Ughhhhhhhh. Fine. I guess I'll just continue to wander then. Alas!" Ark starts walking off in a general direction. He then stops and turns around. "Anyone wanna come along?"

"Probably not. I might visit the cyber sect, or something. I haven't been there in a while." Ark responds.

"Well, for me, I'm here in the medival sect often since this you know, The Clocktower's here. It's also where I was born and where I have the most followers." Time clarifies, "But yeah. I haven't paid a visit to the cyber sect in a while. I don't know many deities around there, if any at all."

Galaxian sighs, having failed at garnering more subtle implications. "I can't come if there's any violence involved, but I can tag along if there isn't any of that. If you'll have me, of course."