Fencing Club - Salle, Monday After Classes

[once_a_traitor]

Edmund, as anyone would notice, was a pony. Thankfully, his roommate Jon had managed to get him a whiteboard and marker with which to write a note to the club in terrible handwriting (technically mouthwriting).

'Yes I am a horse. Practice today: knock the sword out of your partner's hands without hurting them. Use anything except powers.'

He'd been here a while writing that.