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Lucas gave Fleuri a dead stare for a moment.  The Iron Roses hadn't been back long and already Fleuri wanted to train.  It was admirable, for sure... admirable from [i]afar[/i].  The younger knight was exhausted both physically and mentally from the slog of his first mission, no matter how relatively smoothly it had gone.  The training yard wasn't exactly the most inviting place right now.  And yet, he couldn't bring himself to refuse such an offer to train with one of the order's most skilled knights.  Not only would it be a missed opportunity to learn something, but it might reflect poorly on his work ethic.

[color=6ecff6]"Sure, it'd be an honour to train with you, Sir Fleuri.  Just giz a moment for the old belly to settle, eh."[/color]

After a short spell to finish his drink, they got up and headed outside to the training yard.  On the way, Lucas considered the Flower's words on performing for a crowd.  He couldn't quite wrap his head around the (no pun intended) flowery words.  What the young man took from it - right or wrong - was that their crazy actions may have inspired, intimidated or mislead their comrades.  But which was it?  And why?  For Lucas' part, he wasn't performing, merely trying to help.  It was after the fact, that he considered his ridiculous course of action might make a good story.  Now he was left wondering what was going through the mind of [i]Fleuri[/i] during the battle.

Seeking to fill the silence between them, as they made their way outside, Lucas piped up.  [color=6ecff6]"I'm not sure what dagger techniques I could show you, to be perfectly fair,"[/color] he said.  [color=6ecff6]"Unless you want to learn how to juggle and throw knives.  If that's what you're after, then [i]boy[/i], do I have a few tricks to show [i]you[/i]."[/color]

On the training yard, he went over to the racks. [color=6ecff6]"Sparring with swords or...?"[/color] he asked, hoping Fleuri had something in mind.  He would be glad of instruction from an experienced fighter, a thought which prompted his follow up question.  [color=6ecff6]"Can you teach me to fight like Sir Gerard?"[/color]  He pulled out a regular wooden longsword and started pushing forward aggressively against an invisible foe, giving the air a few swings.  [color=6ecff6]"He's amazing. All rough and tumble-like, huh-hah..."[/color] slipping his head under and around centre-line, he lunged into a stab.  [color=6ecff6]"Hah!"[/color]  Then he relaxed and looked at Fleuri with a hopeful grin.  [color=6ecff6]"Like that... I think.  I wanna fight like him."[/color]

Since Gerard had encouraged Lucas to find another fighting style, the young man had been relegated to simply watching his idol spar with others, then try to copy the moves later on.  Perhaps Fleuri would have some insight on the matter.  Lucas' footwork was decent for a rookie, but everything else left a lot to be desired.  Nonetheless, he was stood ready to follow Fleuri's lead and get to work.