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The Salle, Monday Morning

His bruises had faded to a point where he could train again, so Arthur was, as usual, back in the salle to go through his morning routine, and to deal with his regulars as they showed themselves.

He was choosing to ignore anything that may have gone on over the weekend (although he was messing about with his Blackberry in order to finally let Reno in on what had happened on Friday. It was a work in progress, but he'd managed to work it down to ensorclld alli and he had hope that with time, he could both finish the last word, and add the 'golden fish' part. It was possible it would be easier if he simply figured out how to leave a voice-mail-- he was quite an expert in the field if he wasn't, in fact, lucid and sober) and took a good training sword instead to give his aching muscles something to remember.

Just an ordinary Monday morning, all in all. He had a vague hope it might actually stay that way for once.

[[ open salle as per usual! ]]

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"Some lessons come harsher than others," she said, her tone a blank slate. She twitched a smile before nodding to an open area.

"I'll just practice this now, shall I?"

"Yes," he said, "But I'll be keeping my eye on you."

Give it two rounds, and Arthur would be managing to find every scrap of anything he could possibly critique.

Her technique was clean, efficient, and smooth. Graceful, even.

Even her footwork.

She worked for what seemed like forever, her mind having absorbed the drill with startling quickness before she turned to look at Arthur.

"I'm starting to wonder if you're lying to me," he said, matter-of-factly.

Clean, efficient, smooth and graceful? Whatever. Arthur tilted his head at her, the slight crease of his brow the only hint that something was going on in there. "Too slow," he said at last. "Do it again."

She was very, very good, but that had never stopped his father any.

Good, she needed the pushing or she'd get smug.

"I'm not lying," she said, and there was just the smallest hint of a growl on there. It was obvious she was containing herself.

She did it again, faster.

"Of course you're not," he said, dryly. He was mostly containing the note of I'm impressed in his voice rather deliberately.

Getting her smug was definitely not part of the plan, and she was just getting started. "If you're done fumbling around, I'll show you another drill to take home for the day."

It'd taken Dinah two weeks or so. He wasn't going to comment.

Fumbling!

The rage welled up again but she resolutely pushed it down. Her stupid pride was not going to screw this up, not if she had anything to say about it. It wasn't going to screw it up and her rage was not going to control her.

"I'm done," she told him succinctly.

"Whenever you're ready."

"I'm always ready," he informed her, striding back into place.

To keep things interesting, he shifted up his posture a little, finding a middle ground between defensive and something more offensive.

More advanced than what he'd usually go for with a student. Call it an experiment.

She shifted to match him, eyes sharp and a little hard. She might not have said anything to the 'fumbling' comment, but it had struck home and she hadn't been able to let go of some of the anger yet.

"Same here," she told him quietly.

"Let's hope so," Arthur returned, simply. There was nothing quiet about that.

He tended to do determination well, even at the times he didn't actually feel it.

He launched into the drill at an average speed, towards the slow end of things, more violent than the base one he'd shown at first.

She grit her teeth and duplicated what he'd done at the same speed as he'd showed it to her then at the faster speed he'd demanded for the previous exercise. Her fingers itched to spin, to try her luck at attacking him in surprise to show him a thing or two, but she resolutely stuffed the desires away. She couldn't help putting a cutting edge on her blade by the end; there was nothing visible there, but the sound of it was different, the very air 'cut' as the practice sword moved as opposed to the sound of a dull blade.

She removed it as soon as she finished the exercise the second time, a little aggravated with herself now.

He simply watched her go on, and some part of his mind registered that such anger unchecked could probably possibly be a bad thing.

Because Arthur never had that problem. Really.

He gave her a curt nod as she finished it. If she wanted any of his approval, that was as close as it was going to get for now.

It had certainly gotten her in trouble before.

"Anything else I should do?"

"I want you to keep practising those," he replied, "Keep going till your arms hurt."

And if they don't?

But she didn't want to look like any more of a freak, especially as it was just an outside possibility.

"All right."

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