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The salle, before classes

Luckily, Dinah's alarm had still gone off-- Black Canary had set it very conscientiously, in order to be up early to talk to the local government agencies. That was about the only lucky thing about this morning. Because she was supposed to be training with Arthur, first thing.

Dinah had too much to think about. So she was practicing the Way of the Weekend Warrior, and not thinking, whapping the practice dummy to death with her eskrima.

[for a former Roman; but open for your other salle needs.]

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"Oh."

Another rep. Then another. Still not looking at him.

"Thanks."

Because of all people, she hadn't really thought Arthur would believe she took this seriously. Or would take it seriously too. It just looked so easy for him.

Another rep. She'd get this yet.

"Just make sure you get used to the balance," Arthur said, because as far as he was concerned, that had closed this matter.

He moved around her to watch, searching for flaws in her method, of which there are several. "Even it out," he continued, "You're not cutting a roast."

"Yes sir, coach sir," Dinah muttered, changing the angle again. Juuust a little faster. Yes!

He pursed his lips.

"Once the bandage goes," Arthur said, tapping his shoulder once, "We'll be working on your defense."

He paced around her again, slowly.

Eeep! Once the bandage went, she'd have to do more than practice, so... Yeah.

"Got it."

She'd better get it, or he was really going to kick her ass.

"I doubt it," Arthur said, dryly. He stopped, his own training sword still in hand.

Oh yeah, he was back to normal.

Under her breath, she muttered, "The other guy had manners." Then did sped up the drill again.

"I told you not to push it," he said, with a clear calm in his voice. Arthur had seen this one a few times. "Just keep moving smoothly. Straining's for strength, not technique."

Gritting her teeth, Dinah slowed down again. Did he miss anything? Ever? Grr.

Right. Technique first. Slower. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Or die trying. She had time.

Another three reps, starting to feel the burn in her muscles. "When did you start training?"

That other Dinah Lance, she started at nineteen. Maybe, starting earlier, she could be just as good... eventually.

"When I was seven," Arthur replied. He sounded almost distracted, but that was because his focus laid elsewhere.

Well, crap. She was never going to catch up to him! Or Helena!

Forget that. Just concentrate on catching up to Black Canary. Yes. And, and, she had her TK. Even if she didn't have the Canary Cry.

She sneaked another look at Arthur, wondering what was bugging him.

"Two more turns," Arthur said. He thumbed the side of his nose thoughtfully. "Then we're done for the morning. Keep your eyes on what you're doing, you'd take your arm off if that was real."

Nope. Didn't miss anything. Dinah sighed and re-focused, going through them slowly but perfectly, but now convinced she had to step up that weight training. Ow.

She came out of the stance, winced and went to return the sword to the rack. "Same time next week?"

Some of the bounce was back. Yup. Goals. That helped. "You okay?"

Just a check. Yup. Not that she wanted to talk about feelings. God, no.

"I'm perfectly fine," he told her, with perhaps a bit of a roll of his eyes.

Arthur also wasn't particularly inclined towards talking about feelings. Barring a few very specific people in very specific instances, and while he liked Dinah, she wasn't one of them.

"Same time. I won't take 'island oddness' as an excuse."

Whew. Good! Dinah beamed at him.

"Yeah, yeah. Next week!" And she'd practice every day, so she'd be better. Ha!

"See ya!"

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