Flayn sighs, glancing around the sport court before nodding to herself. He's come out here to train - perhaps that, more than anything, is what will help him take his mind off things.]
[ flayn would be right, of course. the one way to unfailingly get kara's attention is to offer a spar. it may not surprise her, then, when he finally turns to face her, eyes sharp. ]
Do you know how?
[ the question is sincere. there are a lot of people, he's learned, that can't do such things for themselves and must rely on others. and because flayn strikes him as a noblewoman of some sort, he has to ask - some of them can fight, of course, but you can never know by sight alone. ]
[ kara is giving the pole a dubious look, but you know what? who cares. if flayn is confident with a subpar weapon, who is he to complain? leaving the sheath on his sword, he falls into a ready stance, and waits for her to do the same, or to take the initiative. ]
[it's close enough to what she uses, so. it'll do, at least until she finds a way to get her hands on a real lance.
(please no one give her a real lance.)
at any rate, what she has going for her with this type of weapon is mainly her reach and her speed - so she lunges forward to take the initiative, jabbing at kara as soon as she's within range, shifting her weight from one foot to another in anticipation of needing to dodge. when it comes to strength, kara surely has her beat, so she'd like to avoid a direct blade-on-"blade" confrontation.]
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fishingforcompliments) wrote2020-06-10 03:47 pm
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[ with that finished, he'll straighten, and sheath his sword. ]
Did you want something? [ shit, what time is it. ] ...You need help with dinner?
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[she's often famished, but not tonight. definitely not tonight.]
...I wanted to see how you were faring.
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I've been better.
[ that much is probably obvious. his words are always rather terse, but it seems they're even more clipped than usual tonight. ]
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That isn't surprising.]
...is there anything I can get for you, to make tonight a little easier? Tea, or something simple to eat?
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I'll be fine. This isn't the first time this has happened.
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Flayn sighs, glancing around the sport court before nodding to herself. He's come out here to train - perhaps that, more than anything, is what will help him take his mind off things.]
...would you perhaps like a sparring partner?
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Do you know how?
[ the question is sincere. there are a lot of people, he's learned, that can't do such things for themselves and must rely on others. and because flayn strikes him as a noblewoman of some sort, he has to ask - some of them can fight, of course, but you can never know by sight alone. ]
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Yes. I am passingly familiar with the sword, though my skill is stronger with the lance.
[the longer reach of a lance makes up for her short stature and skinny arms.]
Unfortunately I do not have one of those with me, but I am certain I could find something of the approximate size and shape around here somewhere.
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she comes back with one of the poles for a net. it's fine.]
I am prepared!
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(please no one give her a real lance.)
at any rate, what she has going for her with this type of weapon is mainly her reach and her speed - so she lunges forward to take the initiative, jabbing at kara as soon as she's within range, shifting her weight from one foot to another in anticipation of needing to dodge. when it comes to strength, kara surely has her beat, so she'd like to avoid a direct blade-on-"blade" confrontation.]