[Training] Acceptable Targets (Open)

Anything goes was the Launceleyn way. Loren might not like that, might be actively trying to change that, but when it came to combat training it still seemed like a good rule of thumb to follow. So when Peter agreed to those conditions, the summoner simply nodded. As the shorter man offered his condolences, the librarian looked away, a sad expression crossing his face. ”It’s not your fault. And Beatrix and Jace are still here as well.” They'd certainly given him quite the welcome. The family was diminished, so much less than it had been. But it was not gone. And they could rebuild from the ashes of what they once were. As Peter dropped into a crouch and started circling, Loren settled into a defensive position, feet shoulder length apart, staff gripped firmly in his hands. Then the other man attacked: he was much faster than Loren had been expecting, and as Peter feinted around, the summoner’s eyes noted the knife that appeared in Peter’s hand. Either the other man was excellent at sleight of hand or he had creation magic; given the circumstances, Loren was going to assume the latter. As the knife swung up towards the summoner, Loren pushed at it hard with his telekinesis, attempting to foul the swing, make it go wide or even knock it out of the other man's hand. At the same time, he swept the base of his staff at Peter’s feet, trying to knock the other man off balance. LOREN Brought back by satisfaction more times than the cat