Salle, Wednesday Morning

[formerbrat]

Elspeth, wearing her usual tunic and breeches, ran through her warm-up exercises as she waited for her sparring partner to arrive.

[For the opponent, but also open.]

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[bitch_prince]

Not hellfire nor icy cold nor hangover would keep Arthur Pendragon from a challenge, even if it was one opposite an opponent he didn't feel too comfortable with. Looking vaguely bedraggled but proud, he stalked into the salle, sword at his hip. "Lady Elspeth," he greeted, "Good morning."

[formerbrat]

"Good morning, Prince Arthur," Elspeth said. "Do you want to warm up a bit before we start?"

[bitch_prince]

"Of course," Arthur said. He may have finally agreed with this match, but that didn't mean he was planning to taunt her or anything. He rolled one of his shoulders, then moved to do just that.

[formerbrat]

Elspeth worked through a few more exercises while she waited for him to be ready.