The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitch_prince]

It was Monday, the weekend had been uneventful - thankfully - and Arthur was working off some left-over aggression from the whole Morgana mess. This time, he wasn't taking it out on the dummies, but rather on himself-- forcing himself to be more precise, more measured, more everything as he moved.

He lost some track of his surroundings in the process, but that was all right.

If anything, sparring Zack had put a new spark into his training routine.

[[ open, although I'll be gone for a good chunk of the day ]]