Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

After a week, showing back up in the salle was turning back into the calming ritual that it had been. And at least he hadn't gotten abducted to anything this weekend (if you didn't count Zack's birthday party, which he'd been dutybound to show up to no matter what) so it was with reasonable calm that Arthur made his way down into the salle with his sword, picked a good spot, and went to work.

He might even get a few drills in before Tweety showed up. That would be encouraging.

Merlin, of course, was back to work in the corner, and got his usual occasional glance. Or text message.

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

At least he was finally admitting Brynne was a girl.

"But I'm sure she gets bored of being cooped up." Swing, thrust, parry. "Which was really obvious for Tony last week. What if I just give her one treat? Not a whole ton?" Proving Dinah's negotiating skills still needed work.

[bitchprince]

Well, people kept referring to him as a her! It was very confusing!

"You are not getting anywhere near that dog," he said, firmly, "No ifs, no buts. Focus on your footwork."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Mean. Mean, mean, mean." Footwork. First, second, third positions. "Depriving Brynne of treats. Don't you love your dog?"

Dinah wondered if practicing with weights on her legs would be a good idea; then decided it would be too distracting, at least until she got her strength up. It'd be a way to distract Arthur at some point, though.

[bitchprince]

"I love my dog," Arthur said, flatly, "Which is why you're not allowed near her. Now calm down. It's been a day since the ice cream, and you sound like a rabid cat. Focus, don't run your mouth off."

Just to put some force to that, he leaned over and threw a random blow up high at her, withotu warning.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah veered and blocked, feeling the blow down to her elbows, and blinked, concentration back on her training, then parried and tried to land a blow on his arm.

"... have you heard any rabid cats?"

Hey, had to keep him awake somehow.

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes, blocking off her blow by sliding his sword off into the other direction, then pulled back. "Focus on your training, Dinah, not your 'bantering'."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah would cry a tear of joy that he was using 'bantering' in a sentence, but she was a little too busy trying to follow up and knock his sword out of his hands at this time.

Also, thinking that a kick there might be a good idea.

[bitchprince]

He exhaled once in annoyance, and checked that they were close enough to something resembling a mat with a quick glance of his eyes. He brought his sword back up to catch anything she might have been trying to, and at the same time, swept at the stationary foot while he took the force of her kick.

If she was going to persist, then falling was clearly her own fault.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Damnit! Thud.

Well, she didn't let go of her sword, and took a swipe at his knees while she scrambled back upward.

[bitchprince]

"Dinah," he said, blocking with a sigh, "Stop it."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah growled and got back into position, looking only marginally mortified. "Someday," she muttered under her breath, then shook herself all over, and re-assumed the correct stance.