[He is a sturdy beanpole! A fast beanpole! A terminator beanpole! Don't underestimate your android friend, friend.]
Efficiency versus flourish. You can guess at which I find more important, Arenvald.
[He gives him a little tug of a smile before he settles into something a little more serious, face falling into that android placidness. It's easy enough to observe and to mimic; qualities that haven't been watered down despite the majority of his functions being disabled in this place.
And so Connor settles into a similar ready stance, easy as you please.]
Well, if you ever decide you want some flourish, talk to Alisaie. She’s a deft hand with a rapier.
[ #justredmagethings
He lets his posture relax, stowing his blade away as he observes Connor’s impersonation of his stance. He has to think back to those early days in the Waking Sands, a melancholy sort of fondness settling in his chest as he recalls A’aba’s attempts to make a proper fighter out of him. Arenvald doesn’t share in his friend’s gruff, no-nonsense attitude, so no doubt his methods of teaching will be a bit different. So long as the lesson is properly learned, right? ]
It’s a bit uncanny, the way you do that.
[ Said with a light chuckle. Still, as good an imitation as it is, it’s not quite right, and he steps forward, resting a hand on Connor’s sword arm to adjust it some. ]
You don’t have a shield like I do, so it’ll be a bit different for you.
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Aye. I'll warn you again that my style isn't anything terribly refined but in a scrap, it'll serve you well enough.
[ He draws his own blade, moving to stand in front of Connor to demonstrate. It's old habit by now, the way he slips into his ready stance. ]
This is where I start, usually.
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Efficiency versus flourish. You can guess at which I find more important, Arenvald.
[He gives him a little tug of a smile before he settles into something a little more serious, face falling into that android placidness. It's easy enough to observe and to mimic; qualities that haven't been watered down despite the majority of his functions being disabled in this place.
And so Connor settles into a similar ready stance, easy as you please.]
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[ #justredmagethings
He lets his posture relax, stowing his blade away as he observes Connor’s impersonation of his stance. He has to think back to those early days in the Waking Sands, a melancholy sort of fondness settling in his chest as he recalls A’aba’s attempts to make a proper fighter out of him. Arenvald doesn’t share in his friend’s gruff, no-nonsense attitude, so no doubt his methods of teaching will be a bit different. So long as the lesson is properly learned, right? ]
It’s a bit uncanny, the way you do that.
[ Said with a light chuckle. Still, as good an imitation as it is, it’s not quite right, and he steps forward, resting a hand on Connor’s sword arm to adjust it some. ]
You don’t have a shield like I do, so it’ll be a bit different for you.