He got the distinct feeling that he had failed before he'd even begun. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything? But then again—what if Peter had conjured up a training sword or something, and tossed his way, and told him to fight? That would've been very humiliating and embarrassing. Rory wasn't a fighter, not a trained soldier, he was a man with too much heart and not enough sense to keep quiet and recently, the ability to set you on fire.
Which, he figured, was something, but not exactly of use in a spar.
"Uhm," he said once they'd stopped. Talking about him? Why? What possibly could they be saying? And why in such a context that made Peter decide it was a good idea to come out here and 'test him'? "Okay."
Then the other man took a scarf and wrapped around his arm. Rory watched, his gaze keen, his mind and body anxious, fingers fidgeting around each other. Take it from him? However he could? Well, he doubted that turning the Launceleyn into a charred corpse and picking the singed cloth off his dead body was acceptable, so.. he had to try and come up with some other way.
"Okay," he said again, taking a moment to watch the other. Shorter, slimmer built—so likely weaker, but possibly faster and more agile. Rory licked his lips, and decided to try and get a feel for him first. He lowered himself slightly before running at the shorter man head-on, feinting a swerve to the left before going right, hoping to get past and behind him and turn quickly enough to make a grab for the scarf from behind.
He felt like a ridiculous fool.
Training post 1/4!
Which, he figured, was something, but not exactly of use in a spar.
"Uhm," he said once they'd stopped. Talking about him? Why? What possibly could they be saying? And why in such a context that made Peter decide it was a good idea to come out here and 'test him'? "Okay."
Then the other man took a scarf and wrapped around his arm. Rory watched, his gaze keen, his mind and body anxious, fingers fidgeting around each other. Take it from him? However he could? Well, he doubted that turning the Launceleyn into a charred corpse and picking the singed cloth off his dead body was acceptable, so.. he had to try and come up with some other way.
"Okay," he said again, taking a moment to watch the other. Shorter, slimmer built—so likely weaker, but possibly faster and more agile. Rory licked his lips, and decided to try and get a feel for him first. He lowered himself slightly before running at the shorter man head-on, feinting a swerve to the left before going right, hoping to get past and behind him and turn quickly enough to make a grab for the scarf from behind.
He felt like a ridiculous fool.
Training post 1/4!
