The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was a Monday.

It had been a normal weekend.

Arthur, ergo, was in the salle, practicing his staffwork for once. He did have a battle with Mat due tomorrow which was going to be pushed towards next week due to a sudden case of the fox, SPOILERS and it wouldn't do to show up in anything but perfect fighting shape.

He made for a few impressive sweeps through the air as he practiced, showing off for his (Merlin-y) audience as usual.

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[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes, but said, kindly enough, "I'm still several years ahead of you," in reminder. "You do have that cutting edge on your side in a staff fight," he noted, "You just have to be careful not to rely on it, and wait for your opportunities."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Nnngh. Someday...." Could the next time the island changed her, it do that thing where she was ten years ahead of herself again? "Right." She crouched down to grab her sword, keeping a wary eye on Arthur the whole time. Trickster. Not forgetting that again, no.

She popped up, re-settled her grip, and got on guard again.

[bitchprince]

Like he'd make a move on her while she was disarmed. He took a few steps back, giving the staff a little swoop as he went, and waited.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Wait for opportunities. Right. Circling. Circling. Much more careful now, sword up on guard, speeding up, looking to see if she could get the right angle....