The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur had a bit of a hangover. If pressed, he would blame Merlin. However, he wasn't intending to be pressed.

Or to avoid the salle. Even if he and Merlin were a little on the late side today. Honestly, if his head wasn't ringing, he might have contemplated sparring the guy for once. But no.

And so, with a head that clanged like someone had bashed it in with a gong, he settled into his drills, forcing himself not to get sloppy. A rabbit. Seriously. A rabbit.

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[bitchprince]

"Don't get too excited," he cautioned, "But I'll speak to her about it. Might as well keep you both in some shape." Before Morgana started bitching about it.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Cool!" Dinah beamed at him, and did the wrist-twirl with the sword, aiming a cut at the dummy's midsection, then slashing upward. "Thanks, Arthr." And with a little bit of mercy as well as amusement: "Do you need ice for your head?"

[bitchprince]

"I am fine, Dinah," Arthur said, rolling his eyes.

He'd leave any complaints for Merlin, thank you.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah grinned at him, shot poor, collapsed Merlin a pitying look and a giggle, and went back to murdering the practice dummy. With finesse. Also, humming. Suddenly I see / This is what I wanna be...