The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

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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[bitchprince]

Arthur could tell after the first few blows, and so he lingered where usualy, he'd have taken off by now. He narrowed his eyes just slightly, but some appreciation was evident from his features.

He was also going to have to figure out how to beat Himura now, however, which made it a bit bitter on the edges.

[saikyou-no.livejournal.com]

Kenshin noticed Arthur watching, though he showed no sign of it. His movements were fluid as he moved through the forms, striking down imaginary foes.

There-- A diagonal cut up the torso, spilling entrails on the battleground.

There-- A spin that brought the blade around in a decapitating strike, a flash of steel that moved into the next movement, and the next; it was clearly a kata designed to fight many foes at once.

[bitchprince]

That might be useful, Arthur thought, if at some point you might hypothetically have to kill a man or 960. Hypothetically.

He sucked in a breath; it was hopefully quiet enough not to catch Himura's attention, but Arthur was memorizing moves-- partly to try, partly to parry. Not that he'd ever admit that anyone was better at it than he was, but...

[saikyou-no.livejournal.com]

There were several maneuvers that Kenshin did that clearly would only work with a single-edged blade. Unless you had an armoured gauntlet on. Or were willing to cut your own hand.

The first kata melded seamlessly into the next, this one a little faster, a little more focused, as if fighting a single skilled foe.

[bitchprince]

Arthur leaned slowly back against the wall, at this point happy to hide his spectatorship in the background.

[saikyou-no.livejournal.com]

Whether he watched or not, right now, Kenshin didn't care; he was that caught up in what he was doing.

The wrong kind of interruption could easily be fatal in a situation like this.

Eventually, and for no immediately apparent reason (beyond, perhaps, the slaying of his imaginary foe), Kenshin stopped.

[bitchprince]

And Arthur knew better than to interrupt until he was finished.

When he was, though, he pushed himself away from the wall. "That wasn't bad."

Arthur would say the pyramids of Gaza 'weren't bad'.

[saikyou-no.livejournal.com]

"I've been out of the field too long," he replied. There was a habitual flick of his wrist, and then he slid the katana back into its saya.

((laa... fell asleep on my laptop last night; sorry.))