The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitch_prince]

Arthur's crappy mood about being caught awake with nothing but his boxers on last night had been slightly mitigated by the clean-up afterward. Not that that was anything like anybody else's business, thank you very much, and don't mention it

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[blondecanary]

Said student had been amused last night-- not least by spotting Arthur looking grumpy-- but with a Final in only a short period of time, she was less chipper than usual. Plus, it had sunk in that how few of these practices she had left, darnit.

"Hey, Arthur." Not enough tiiiime! "Knives today?"

[bitch_prince]

"I suppose," Arthur said, evenly, giving his sword a quick twirl to help loosen up some cramped muscles. "If you can manage to hit the target this time."

[blondecanary]

Reminding herself of Azula's advice made her make a face, then sigh. "Yeah, I know. Head for the range?" She looked around at the salle, trying not to give in to nostalgia. "Sword drill first, though, I think. No slacking."

[bitch_prince]

"It's good to know I've taught you something, then," he said.

He gave the salle a critical glance. "Defensive drill today, a short spar to see how well it sticks. Then the range."

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin was in a bloody fantastic mood, though. See him smile so. Smile, Merlin! Smile like an utter loon!

[bitch_prince]

"Try to ensure your face doesn't fall off," Arthur said, eventually. Though really, he couldn't be too harsh about it.