He loves the sound. He truly, genuinely loves the crash as metal hits metal, the faint shiver that runs through the air at a firm contact. Even having the blow finally batted properly away doesn't kill the rough sort of happiness in the pit of his gut.
This is how a body ought to live. This is how a creature like him ought to be kept.
He doesn't remotely wait for her to finish speaking as she lifts her weapons again. (He ought to be actually learning, the back of his mind that sounds like Gawain nags, with this chance against unusual defenses. That will bleed away quickly enough.) Two hands on the sword this time and a sharp swing toward her middle.
hope you've been well since all that, lovely!
This is how a body ought to live. This is how a creature like him ought to be kept.
He doesn't remotely wait for her to finish speaking as she lifts her weapons again. (He ought to be actually learning, the back of his mind that sounds like Gawain nags, with this chance against unusual defenses. That will bleed away quickly enough.) Two hands on the sword this time and a sharp swing toward her middle.