Falke takes the adjustments as they come, shifting and lowering or raising as prompted until he’s in a stance that feels stable yet odd. As long as Seren feels satisfied with it, the Fixer thinks its a good place to start.
“Okay.” In theory he understands - and look, Falke knows he isn’t dumb - he just lacks a bit of proprioception and rarely feels in his body the way he imagines fighters must feel. Still, he will try. Really try. Leaning his weight forward to the balls of his feet, the half-cripple makes an effort to try and stay… buoyant.
He knows Umbra will be his opponent, but Falke is not expecting the speed of the dragonling. A quick sound of surprise, a half-laugh, and he is swinging the cane towards the companion, trying to sharply swat him away. There is little thought given to retaliation, unfortunately.
