The butter knives weren't even going to leave a bruise, at least not with the glancing blow Soh had struck so far and it was easy to be cheerful about the practice spar when nothing was hurting. Truth be told the courier was used to far more dangerous training bouts with Sah or Ru, when live weapons and magic were very much in play even if everyone involved was trying to avoid serious injury.
He was more concerned about why Soh was wincing and looking so grim, and for a moment his grin twitched down, momentarily subdued.
He wasn't given too much time to ponder what could be eating at his friend before she was moving again, giving an answer he'd been hoping to tempt her into with his little knife-taunt. This time he was ready and pulled his knife hand back while reaching forward with his opposite hand to lightly shove her wrist off her line of attack. "That's the right idea! But it'll take practice t'get good enough t'hit such a small, fast target." His praise came with a side of caution this time, even as he nodded in satisfaction. He hadn't realized that she'd been aiming to distract, not wound. "Give me one last target for gettin' away. This one's only for last resorts, if your opponent gets up close'n personal," he warned, then suited action to words by taking a quick double step towards her and reaching out as if to grab her shoulder - though he'd stop short of actually touching her if she failed to dodge.
He was more concerned about why Soh was wincing and looking so grim, and for a moment his grin twitched down, momentarily subdued.
He wasn't given too much time to ponder what could be eating at his friend before she was moving again, giving an answer he'd been hoping to tempt her into with his little knife-taunt. This time he was ready and pulled his knife hand back while reaching forward with his opposite hand to lightly shove her wrist off her line of attack. "That's the right idea! But it'll take practice t'get good enough t'hit such a small, fast target." His praise came with a side of caution this time, even as he nodded in satisfaction. He hadn't realized that she'd been aiming to distract, not wound. "Give me one last target for gettin' away. This one's only for last resorts, if your opponent gets up close'n personal," he warned, then suited action to words by taking a quick double step towards her and reaching out as if to grab her shoulder - though he'd stop short of actually touching her if she failed to dodge.
