[Now! That sounds... well, it sounds like something he'd like to do, given the eagerness of body language Arenvald might be able to parse. Connor is more than willing to watch patiently, quietly, observing. But a part of him -- the side that always wants to be active, to do something, to not feel like he's in some perpetual standby -- forces him to stand to his feet and take a step forward.
Pebbles crunch faintly under shoes, and he gestures to a rack of practice weapons nearby.]
Maybe with blunt, wooden weapons? Just to start.
[Confident in his melee skills, just as confident in his speed, Connor won't start with something sharp and heavy to wield. Not when he's unaccustomed to the talent, still; accidental cuts as a result of inexperience are a little harder to deal with when you're an android.]
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[Now! That sounds... well, it sounds like something he'd like to do, given the eagerness of body language Arenvald might be able to parse. Connor is more than willing to watch patiently, quietly, observing. But a part of him -- the side that always wants to be active, to do something, to not feel like he's in some perpetual standby -- forces him to stand to his feet and take a step forward.
Pebbles crunch faintly under shoes, and he gestures to a rack of practice weapons nearby.]
Maybe with blunt, wooden weapons? Just to start.
[Confident in his melee skills, just as confident in his speed, Connor won't start with something sharp and heavy to wield. Not when he's unaccustomed to the talent, still; accidental cuts as a result of inexperience are a little harder to deal with when you're an android.]