The Salle, Sunday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Arthur could only loiter about for so long until the itch set back in. On Sunday, he had ventured into the salle. He hadn't removed his sling, nor had he any intention of attempting to using the arm (a fact that had absolutely nothing to do with a certain whisp of a boy who wouldn't stop moaning about the wound) and he took a light practice sword rather than his own, heavier blade.

One-armed was a handicap, but it was not insurmountable. Like he'd attempted on the beach several weeks ago, Arthur took to his right-handed sword drills with dedication and care.

It was a good distraction from the thoughts buzzing about in his head. Both the usual, and the tingling, nagging thought that perhaps he'd been unkind to Liir. It made him uncomfortable, and so he swung the sword again, adjusting his feet.

[[ open salle is open! ]]

The Gym, Sunday afternoon

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

All the chat and all the information at Cop Con had Dinah feeling the need to process. Time for some weights and work on the bag.

A little revolution, and Dinah was pounding on the bag like it, oh, say, told her about her alternate universe future self and freaked her out.

Just a little.

[ooc: open!]