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The Salle, Monday Morning
Arthur wasn't strictly speaking in the right shape to really cut loose. He'd settled, grudgingly, for a lighter staff instead of his sword to train with. Even so, he was likely overextending some of his muscles.
He didn't like the limitations that came with being wounded.
He still had a few claw scratches on his face, but he'd been assured they would heal well enough and without scarring (which was a good thing, because he wasn't yet of the age where he could manage his father's dignified facial scars). Modern medicine or whatever it was they'd given him meant he wasn't going to wind up bleeding or anything.
So it was going to have to be enough. He twirled the staff through the air and started a simple form.
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He didn't like the limitations that came with being wounded.
He still had a few claw scratches on his face, but he'd been assured they would heal well enough and without scarring (which was a good thing, because he wasn't yet of the age where he could manage his father's dignified facial scars). Modern medicine or whatever it was they'd given him meant he wasn't going to wind up bleeding or anything.
So it was going to have to be enough. He twirled the staff through the air and started a simple form.
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Easy now, Arthur. She wasn't Morgana.
"Still. No one seems to have died." God in heaven, he was sort of processing that whole 'not Morgana' part.
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She nodded at the staff and said, "Don't think I've seen you with that before."
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It was this, or bitch on for another hour. "Do your knights have anything like it?"
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You... probably shouldn't be contemplating a staff spar while you were still healing, Arthur.
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Which was... the only time he'd probably ever direct an invitation like that at a woman. He had a feeling he should feel disturbed about this.
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