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[b]"Good habit to observe, Sir Renar,"[/b] Serenity responded with a shallow nod. There was something pleasant about observing the tangible growth of others. [b]"Allow me to accompany the two of you then. An outsider's gaze may reveal a fair bit more than an insider's."[/b]

...

It would be gratuitous to call Elias skilled. His was the level in which an encounter with the Golden Boars or the Bandit King's men would have spelled a brutal end. A stiffness of the limbs, an inflexibility of thought. The beloved younger brother must have experienced Renar's unorthodox style before, but at certain points, his hesitation still overwhelmed him, a confusion flickering in the movement of his training sword. A year or two off still, before his knighthood could be earned on merit. Or perhaps just a few meaningful encounters would be what Elias needed to make a breakthrough. Experience, it was a wonderful boon indeed.

Serenity tapped a finger against her side, feeling for the ghost of an old wound. Nothing like pain to motivate.

[b]"A fair effort, Elias,"[/b] she spoke, approaching the two as the youth struck the dirt one last time. [b]"It's hard to say whether or not the Ferotorrum School is as good a fit for you as it is for Sir Galmeth, but your repetitions shine through. Your back leg has a habit of straightening out too often, and you telegraph your thrusts with the seizing up of your shoulder. Flexibility overall's lacking, which is a problem for anyone who's putting on muscle without stretching regularly."[/b]

Serenity pulled a wooden sword from the racks nearby, swaying it between pinched fingers.

[b]"Do you cross-train?"[/b]