The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitch_prince]

It was morning, Arthur was well-rested, and that meant it was time to get back to work after four days of relative slacking. (What was slacking for Arthur seemed to involve a great deal of physical exercise anyway, but that's because he got bored if left to his own devices, and no one wanted him to start taking chunks out of the Wayne Manor walls with a breadknife)

He was wearing his chainmail this time, just the shirt, for added weight. Might as well make it a good one, work up some sweat...

His sword flashed through the air, and his mouth crooked in frustration as he tried to get the new pattern down.

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