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Kayden had spent his time since the bandit attack resting, save for when he had that predictably uncomfortable conversation with Veronica. It was a good decision to get his sleep. It helped him get up at a reasonable time in order to be crisp for this training exercise, not that he felt lively, exactly. Every yawn he heard made him yawn and Professor Euphemia's dropping eyes made him want to close his own. But stubbornly he kept his back straight and his eyes welded open. He was nothing if not disciplined, thanks to his 'beloved' father's constant schooling and attentions. 

The Professors seemed as dysfunctional as ever, though there was an undercurrent of heightened awareness even considering the time of morning. The attack at Luin and the Eastern Church likely weighed on them as it did him. The Prince had been taught as a child that everything was interconnected, even atrocities and skirmishes off Adrestian Land. Whatever happened would echo in foreign affairs and even the lives of the citizens. If the culprit behind these attacks wasn't caught soon, he himself might very well have to deal with it once he assumed the throne. Then again, maybe that was just anxiety. He had been on edge lately, from nearly getting killed and the news of his father's health.

He glanced at the other Eagles, hoping they were paying attention. He saw Rudolph looked a bit worried, or at least disturbed. Kayden made a note to speak to him at some point. They'd been around one another before, but he'd yet to offer a proper welcome into the Eagles. Next, he accidentally caught Veronica's eye and promptly played it off like it was a casual glance, moving over back to the Professors. He didn't agree with them wholeheartedly on the morning exercise, but it might help him clear his head to use his sword again. He wished Professor Tomai was a bit more involved in their assessment. Likely he would pay attention to Rudolph, considering their shared magical talent.  

[color=4851AA]"Well, let's make a good show of it, at least."[/color] He told himself under his breath, making sure to stretch as they went and fetched the dummies and targets. He warmed up his legs and arms, hoping to make a better impression after his 'heroics' at Luin. He wasn't certain what else he could have done at the time, but he fully understood if he died during a routine trip, his father would be more than a bit irate.

Taking one of the offered swords, he stalked off to one of the designated spots where the melee wielders were set to demonstrate. The Prince whipped his blade through the air, the material whistling smoothly. He grinned, satisfied, and made his way over toward's the dummy. The Prince had read and been taught various dueling treatises of swordplay, and he took a stance that put his left foot forward, his sword point out before him. Moving closer, he replayed a maneuver he had been taught by his Master-At-Arms, sending his sword striking into the dummy thrice, feinting between each strike and moving as if the dummy struck back through each interval. Once he was done, he flourished his blade and made a salute to the Professor's in one movement, though it wasn't as smooth as he would have liked. He supposed he hadn't performed the basic drills in a year or two.