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]

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.