"For that matter, maybe you should take up archery!" the bard laughed, but not without reason. Safrin had saved Ronin once, but would she do so again if he put himself right back in the same position a second time? And it was clear that while his time among the stars had changed him physically, he was no less brave (or foolish?) than he had been before.
Jigano took the time to wipe the sweat from his face, his long hair already tied back but a hot and heavy weight under the blazing sun. He looked at Ronin's stance and positioning curiously, comparing it to what he was used to for rapier work, and even with the Guildmaster moving slowly the Provost was almost too late to respond as he let his thoughts wander from the moment. "Try not to hit me in the face, at least!" he joked as he backpedaled, the move a tad rushed but surefooted even on the uneven stones of the Bridge.
"Hmmm... I don't think I've punched anyone in, oh, at least fifteen years," he admitted with a chuckle, finding the other man's slow, easy rhythm and reaching out to try and playfully bat an incoming fists just enough to the side to miss his head. "I was never strong enough to do more than annoy someone with it. Though, I'm a lot more precise than I used to be, so perhaps that would help." He tried to judge when Ronin would be off-balance mid-step and, rather than retreat from the blow, he matched his companion's speed and twisted sideways around the incoming punch, attempting to reach out and gently tap his fellow Guildmaster's chest with his palm. "Do you still have those gauntlets you used against the Demon?"
Jigano took the time to wipe the sweat from his face, his long hair already tied back but a hot and heavy weight under the blazing sun. He looked at Ronin's stance and positioning curiously, comparing it to what he was used to for rapier work, and even with the Guildmaster moving slowly the Provost was almost too late to respond as he let his thoughts wander from the moment. "Try not to hit me in the face, at least!" he joked as he backpedaled, the move a tad rushed but surefooted even on the uneven stones of the Bridge.
"Hmmm... I don't think I've punched anyone in, oh, at least fifteen years," he admitted with a chuckle, finding the other man's slow, easy rhythm and reaching out to try and playfully bat an incoming fists just enough to the side to miss his head. "I was never strong enough to do more than annoy someone with it. Though, I'm a lot more precise than I used to be, so perhaps that would help." He tried to judge when Ronin would be off-balance mid-step and, rather than retreat from the blow, he matched his companion's speed and twisted sideways around the incoming punch, attempting to reach out and gently tap his fellow Guildmaster's chest with his palm. "Do you still have those gauntlets you used against the Demon?"
