He’s a bit more ready for it this time around; the circling dragon projects a familiar path and Falke does his best to sneak the cane in before the companion taps him. “You’re sneaky,” he comments to Umbra with a cheeky wag of a finger, before Seren adds her assessment to their session.
And to be honest, a defensive fighter doesn’t sound so bad. It’s nice to have a name to a style, something that he can go to someone else and say, I’m best like this - and be able to accurately describe something. The Fixer nods along, appreciating everything the young demigod says. “We think about fights in terms of winning, but staying alive is a form of winning, is it not?”
Glancing around at the space they’re in, he asks one more question. “In a space like this, what might you suggest using?”
