bitchprince ([personal profile] bitchprince) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2010-04-05 09:30 am
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The Salle, Monday... Afternoon

Arthur hadn't been able to make it down to the salle at his usual time on accounts of the fact they had only arrived that morning. Still, Dinah had been on the same trip, so the message had been handwavily communicated during the way back.

Not that Arthur hadn't managed to get a lot of training in during the trip, but the sword in his hands was more familiar, a better friend than the quarterstaff.

He was not particularly violent or passionate today, simply sliding through his motions with a clear purpose. Felt good, as always, to give his muscles a workout.

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[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably goes with the wings," Dinah pointed out, and got back on stance. "Did you spar with anyone? Can't slack off 'cause it's vacation." As Lucivar had made sure Karla had known. That was still funny.

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-04-05 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, you were there when I sparred Prince Lucivar," Arthur said. He was going to keep using the title in the face of Dinah blatantly refusing to. "Otherwise, I've been training all week, no worries."

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Dinah grinned at his response and blithely said, "Oh, I don't. I'll leave that for fussy guys. They all seemed proud of it there." And raised her blade, and watched for an opening.

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-04-05 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Considering that Arthur had brought up his sword in a way that the uninitiated could refer to as 'lazy', openings seemed abundant.

They weren't.

"I can't even begin to imagine having to wait after women all day."

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, lazy, Arthur, shyeah. Right. Dinah grinned at his disgusted tone, and slowly started to circle. "People wait on you," she said, looking, looking, looking for a chance. "Although not as much here--"

And strike!

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-04-05 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
And... block.

Better luck next time, Dinah.

"Please. I don't spend nearly as much time on my wardrobe, for instance, and I do in fact remember when to eat."

Okay, he spent half as much time on his wardrobe.

Which was still a lot.

Shut up.

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I remember to eat." All the time! That was the time to be eating. "I don't get--"

Nuts! And disengage then feint, and then slice toward his middle.

"--why those girls don't want to." Because Dinah was usually way healthy and not at all delicately balanced. Unlike them magic-users. "And you don't spend as much time on your appearance just 'cause your hair's short."

Arthur with long hair: he'd have it braided into military plaits or something every. Single. Day.

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-04-05 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
He still went to the hairdresser probably more than he'd ever admit to. Hush. "Then those girls should consider cutting it. I'm not getting into a hair-discussion with you, you can do that with your female friends."

Caught the feint, caught the blow, struck out at her shoulder.

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2010-04-06 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Dinah snickered, then had to concentrate in order to not get more bruised, and still wound up having to back off a few feet as the sword landed a glancing blow along her arm. Gah!

Brass tacks, forward slice down up and hey, maybe staff vs. sticks again later...
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