The Salle, Saturday Morning

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James attacked.
He lunged, blocked, parried, sidestepped the expected attack, and lunged again, moving swiftly, bringing the rapier around with a quickness that few could match, the blade slicing through the air as he practiced.
It had been a week since he vanished, sucked into an underw2ater hellhole through a rift, been attacked by crazed not-fully-human monsters (and killed them), and returned to Fandom. Since that time, he had been attacked by a shop clerk and a healer, snapped at by a large crystal and his big sister, and he had somehow lost his...Thursday riding partner.
And so James was in the salle, burning off some pent-up frustration.

[ooc: salle open!]

Comments

[ostianbelle.livejournal.com]

"A little of both. But mostly sparring, I'm more familiar with swords than knives."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Have we met yet? I have trouble keeping track. If not, I'm Leda. If we have, I'm still Leda."

[ostianbelle.livejournal.com]

"I think we did, once," she said with a smile. "And, I'm Asuna."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Think you'll stick around in the fall? Or have you had your fill of Fandom's unique brand of fun?"