[Mini Event] dodge, dip, duck, dive, dodge

Dodging a ball. Seemed simple enough, in concept. As a boy he'd watched the other children kick and throw such things on occasion, though he'd been a late bloomer in the sociability department (not that he hadn't more than made up for it in his teenage years). Since coming to Caido, though, he'd made far more true friends than he'd had in decades, and he'd found his sense of fun again, however buried beneath pomp and courtly affectations he tried to hide it. The chance to relive some of those childhood memories of games he'd never joined was as silly as it was enticing, and when he saw the General's stoic, bearded face standing near the roughly marked court, not even Wessex's presence could deter the bard from sauntering over to join the taller man and Kiada, grinning at them both. "Nicely done in your match with Loren," he congratulated the General. "I need to come back to the Barracks and train with you more, soon. Maybe if this game goes well we can drum up some interest in running team-fighting practices?" He suggested to them both with a smile. Each person out for themselves in a fight was fine when the sides were evenly matched, but being able to fight in tandem with others seemed an important skill for the future militia to have, too. And if he and Kiada had more experience fighting together side-by-side, perhaps they would have done better at LongNight...