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[color=aa0808]"Sir Sagramore,"[/color] Nicomede greeted, pivoting off of a final strike to regard the other knight head on. With the sequence complete he came to a sort of semi formal stop, not a salute nor a ready stance but not the lax stance of a layabout either. His spada pointed towards the ground, held loosely, but he did not plant its tip in the ground and rest his hands upon it as some might. It seemed almost a midpoint, a place from which to relax completely or shift seamlessly back to a guard. [color=aa0808]"Or do you prefer Segremors? O haven't had the chance to ask you."

"I'm not having much luck, so someone may as well pick it."[/color] His welcoming smile faded, but clearly not because of anything that other knight had done. His eyes were distant for a moment before they focused again on the present, and he watched as Gerard practiced several strokes. The longsword wasn't his preference, but he was familiar with the school and he watched the practiced motions with an eye toward critique. [color=aa0808]"An enemy that was about to overwhelm me physically?"[/color]

He considered for a moment, grinding the dirt beneath the toe of his boot thoughtfully.

[color=aa0808]"That would depend, I suppose. If he was stronger than me I would aim to be faster. If he was faster I would aim to be smoother. But that only counts for mortal men and mortal women, where differences in style can be overcome through precision. Against a foe that is stronger and faster than me I would augment my sword with magic, but even that often isn't enough. Without the holy water one of our colleagues brought along I'm not sure I could have beaten the vampire. Where strength isn't enough, and speed isn't enough, and skill isn't enough, the only thing you can do is try to be smart."[/color]