The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

The fight last night had worn away the more passionate edges of anger, and left Arthur in a pensive mood as well as bruised and battered. He didn't mind bruised and battered. Bruised and battered meant that he could now turn his focus inward, make himself a little smaller.

His drills that morning were hence under tight control, slow and focused, like every blow came with a unity of concentration and thought that left little room for anything else. He didn't know if Dinah or Romeo would show up that day, and neither, really, did he care very much.

[[ salle is open, of course, although i might be slow ]]

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[bitchprince]

"And now it's like beating on a turtle," Arthur informed him, not even bothering to strike. "You do realise your arms don't cover everything."

[withoutverona]

"Next you're going to tell me I don't become invisible when I pull a pillow over my face," Romeo told him, circling to the side. He finally figured out what to do with those arms and aimed a swift right hook at Arthur's ribs, left arm still guarding his midsection.