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The Salle, Thursday Afternoon

After more exploring of the dorms (and getting lost. Always gettong lost.) Thorin found himself at the salle.

This time gettjng lost turned out for the best! Score one for his lack of navigation skills!

For now, was busy inspecting the practice weapons for quality and the proper balance. Not too bad for men.

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It was (one of) Cassandra's (many, many) training hours, and so she arrived in the salle not long after Thorin, her sword already in hand.

She did not pause when she saw him. His presence here was not a surprise. "Good afternoon," she said, and went towards one of the dummies to inspect it and see if it was still usable.

"Good afternoon," he replied, moderately amused by the phrase. "Here to train."

Not so much a question as a statement.

"I assumed," Cassandra said, sounding faintly amused. "Do you need any help finding anything?"

A way back to his room because every room looked alike. But. You know.

"I would be opposed to seeing your style. I have not yet seen the combat of men."

Give him a few years and he'd see it all.

Cassandra let out a soft snort. "Very well," she said. "A spar, perhaps?"

"I wouldn't turn one down," he replied, brighter than before as he selected one of the sturdier practice swords.

If he took a practice sword, then so would she. Cassandra walked to the set and took the one she knew had the least terrible balance. "These are not the best practice swords," she said, "But they suffice."

"Should we do this again, I'll be certain to bring my own sword."

Live steel. That was a good plan.

"I always bring mine, as well."

Pfft. If they had been properly trained, surely they could avoid taking off any limbs.

She gave the practice sword a little practice swing.

Tell that to two less competitive people.

Thorin adjusted his grip slightly, moving further into the center of the room for more space to spar. Once there, he took a double handed grip, elbow of his dominant arm pulled up and sword pointed in Cassandra's direction in an en garde position.

Cassandra's sword was pointed towards the ground, at a slight angle from herself. Her arm was straight, and her feet were squarely and strongly pressed against the ground.

She brought up her arm, tilting her wrist until the sword was horizontal and just slightly lower than her head.

She narrowed her eyes.

"Are you going to wait all day?" Oh yeah, starting the trash talk.

Cassandra let out a soft snort. "Are you attempting to goad me into laying the first blow?" she asked.

The fact that she did, in fact, strike towards his shoulder a moment later was about as close to tricksy as she would ever get.

Thorin grinned at that, pulling his sword up to sweep hers away from damaging his so pretty face. Can't ruin the money maker, you know.

He kept his stance nice and low for a solid base to shove his shoulder into her. Hopefully before she was recovered from the block.

Thorin was going to find her shoulder rather more solid than he had anticipated; she was barely knocked back once a step, and immediately took the opportunity to shove him hard with her arms.

Hey, give Thorin a few more years to mature and she'd find that far more difficult to do.

But alas, stumble back he did, swinging the sword up to clip her as he moved.

But Cassandra would also have matured in that time, Thorin. She was only a few years off from a far more successful turn against a dragon than you, thank you.

She caught the sword just in time, her own angled down as she caught it. She grunted briefly with the exertion, shoving Thorin's sword up.

Rude! You try dealing with Smaug then!

Thorin stepped back to take the force of that without being completely thrown off. He pulled his sword back up into the en garde position, watching for an opening.

She came from an ancient clan of dragon hunters! She'd be happy to!

"I believe it is your turn, now," Cassandra said, taking a step back of her own so she could catch her breath.

He was strong. She would give him that.

...so, what you're saying is that Cass should hang out in Erebor. Waitin' on that lizard.

Nbd.

"We do tend to be," Thorin replied, adjusting his grip before lunging forward with a far too dainty spin in there for momentum. Oh my god, Thorin. Leave that shit to elves.

Well, we weren't saying Cass would develop a reputation in the future, but she kind of would.

Ugh, dainty spins.

There was only one way to react to those: use the extra time to bring your sword into a defensive position, and then kick at his stomach as hard as one could.

Sure, you could do that. Or you could not. Not worked too.

Thorin huffed in annoyance, forcing their blades down at the offensive leg.

Why did you find the leg so offensive, Thorin?!

Cassandra grunted and pulled it back, though one blade went skimming against her knee.

It knows what it did!

Thorin pulled back, giving his sword a little twirl to work out the tension in his wrist. Also because it just looked cool.

Cassandra rolled her eyes. A bit. Honestly, so much unnecessary flair.

She resisted the urge to rub her knee, and brought her sword back into position. "Again."

It had a purpose!

Thorin nodded, circling around her instead of rushing forward right away. Only once he deemed it the best strategic time to attack did he push forward again, sword swinging.

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