The Salle, Monday Afternoon

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Sulking wasn't a pastime fit for a king, and yet Edmund had found himself doing just that since his arrival in Fandom. There was only so much brooding Edmund could take from himself, so he made an effort to get up early and find the salle that Peter had mentioned.

He retrieved his sword from the weapons locker and, glad to have the feel of the hilt against his hand, started on a series of exercises. It simply wouldn't do to fall out of practice.

[Open as salles are]

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[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Edmund stepped back and deflected the thrust gently, then pulled his sword back to slice in the direction of Seregil's shoulder.

[therhimineecat.livejournal.com]

Seregil easily spun out of the way, bringing his sword up for a cross cut at Edmund's midsection as he did.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

That was close. Edmund stepped out of the way and brought his sword up to deflect, then tried to catch Seregil's sword with his own to bring it down to the ground. "You're quite good."

[therhimineecat.livejournal.com]

"So I've been told," Seregil said with a cocky smile. "You're not bad yourself." He took the hit on his sword, letting his blade slide down until the tongs on his guard pressed against Edward's. He twisted his arm trying to pull the sword out of his hand.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Edmund wasn't about to give up that easily. He pushed hard, then pulled back and twirled on the spot to pull his sword free of the grip and position himself where he could try to give Seregil a shove. "Thank you."

[therhimineecat.livejournal.com]

Seregil dropped below the shove, and swung his blade at Edmund's legs.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

A little too slow, Edmund found himself smarting from the blade glancing off his shin. He took a few steps away to reposition himself and reassess the situation. He darted forward and swung up.