The Salle, Thursday After Classes

[bitchprince]

It had been quite a while since the last time Arthur had faced off with Zack, and if he were perfectly honest, he was in fact curious to see how much the boy had improved. Aside from his other concerns where Zack came into the picture; it was also a shallow excuse to check up on his state of mind.

Arthur came into the salle with his newly-recovered favourite sword in hand, earlier than he'd settled with Zack. After the whole mess with Jacob, he could use a few drills with it to get some of his aggression out, so...

There would be a blond knight on the mat, going through his forms with ruthless efficiency.

[[ primarily for the puppy, but open to all in general for salle use or Arthur abuse ]]

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[bitchprince]

Considering that Arthur's primary motivation had been to get Zack's attention off the weekend and onto more important measures, he had technically already won. So to speak.

Just not, you know, in any way he was completely content with.

He was starting to feel some minor wear and tear, but that was normal. Knowing Zack, he'd wind up making a mistake at some point, which meant Arthur just had to hope that would happen before his arms gave out.

Again, knowing Zack, that was probable.

High one towards Zack's upper arm. Low slash towards the thigh.

[puppy_fair]

Upper arm, blocked. And then Zack was circling around with his sword to smash Arthur's second swing out of the way with as much power as he could muster.

From there, he would lift his leg, throwing the bottom of his foot forward toward Arthur's gut.

Once again, he wanted that distance. He had the reach, here, and while he doubted that Arthur was ever going to let him keep it, any moments where he could sneak it in were all the better for him.