The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Sure, Dinah had cancelled her training for the day due to some trip or another, but ahaha if you thought that meant Arthur wasn't going to be in the salle that morning anyway, sword in hand, mail weighing him down enough to put some good strain on his muscles. He was making clear strikes with it again, stuck in a rather more advanced attacking drill.

Nothing upset or particularly upbeat about it. Just... moving.

[[ open salle as always ]]

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[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I think it's dangerous," Elena said, putting the épée back with a frown. "Teaching people a set of rules, and giving them toy weapons. It might be good sport, but if you're going to set them loose in the world, they need to know what to do when someone really, honestly wants you dead, and doesn't give a damn about whether smashing a beer-bottle in your face is sporting."

Bartending in the slums sometimes meant breaking up fights. Ones between angry drunks with very little to lose. It had been far better training than waving a foil around.

[bitchprince]

This was, of course, why Arthur's first course of action in considering potential knights was smacking them in the face when they didn't expect it. ... Arthur may have sometimes been rather literal in his training methods.

"There are rules and forms to any weapon," he noted. "The trick is knowing when to drop them and surprise your enemy." Also see: watch for elbows to the face in armed combat with Arthur.

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"I can see why you and Reno got on so well," she laughed, venturing over to where the actual swords were kept. "The martial arts instructor, now he got it. He'd stage interruptions for the middle of matches -- sirens going off, or the like. He said winning in a contained environment won't keep you alive on the street."

[bitchprince]

"Has Reno learned not to lapse into victory dances after dispatching an opponent yet?" Arthur checked, dryly. "Your instructor was right, though. Clean flourishes are meant for the tournament, not battle for your life."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"No, he's still got the victory dances," Elena said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Usually involving him humping the air or giving bloody corpses the finger. He makes sure they're dead first, though."

Otherwise, it'd be a pretty dangerous pastime. And while Reno liked danger, he liked getting the job done more.