Salle, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

He'd now passed the point where his arm could in any way be used as an excuse not to train, at least if you weren't looking for one. Arthur wasn't looking for one, and so as soon as his classes were over he retreated to the salle, where he picked a workable practice blade.

Of course, there were other types of training he'd been slowly building back up into, but it was his ability with the sword he wanted to keep sharpest on. He whiled away most of his afternoon running drills, another in a long line of days waiting for the moment he could finally take the bloody bandage off.

It was helping him deal with the useless feeling quite admirably.

[[ open salle! ]]

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[bitchprince]

"I don't suppose," he said, idly, "That you've any experience with a normal blade?" Not that Arthur could duel right now, but give it a few more weeks.

[momslilassassin]

"The balance is different than a lightsaber," he replied, "but yes." He glanced at Arthur's arm. "But not now." He gave Arthur a cheeky smile. "I want to beat you fairly."

[bitchprince]

Something irrationally annoyed flared up in him at the mention of the wound, but Arthur bore that just as well. "Please," he said instead, with a laugh, "I'd like to watch you try."

Arrogance was another good medicine.

[momslilassassin]

"I'm being trained by the best lightsaber duelists my galaxy has ever had," Ben said, "even if Granddad does say so himself...so I hope not to embarrass myself completely."

[bitchprince]

"Well," Arthur said, with a dryness born of the aforementioned arrogance, "There's always hoping."

He meant it good-naturedly. "But I'd like to return to my drills," he said, "Thank you for showing me the saber."

Even if Ben had just dashed a good opening for conversation with Jaina.

[momslilassassin]

"Of course," he replied. "Do you mind if I run through forms in the corner? It'll be quiet."

[bitchprince]

"No reason to neglect your practice," Arthur granted, as he struck his own position again.