Robert was leaning against the fence, watching lauralye. She had progressed he heard what his uncle had to say. She was learning far faster than any other students he had taught. His sword was sheathed on his hip, though he used to go for hours on end without stopping but being in slavery had taken a really big toll on his fighting.

His arms were crossed over his chest, "nicely done princess." The name just sort of stuck it was a nickname really. He was leaning against the fence, he grabbed the cup of water drinking from it, then dumping the rest on his head. He shook it to where his hair was only slightly wet. He unsheathed his sword twirling it, he was ready for the next round.

Robert knew he had a few more days to go, before he was ready to go into a real fight. His wings came out once more, as he made his way to the middle of the field. He called another sorcerer up, and he began fighting him.