[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

[@Psyker Landshark][@Raineh Daze][@The Otter][@Krayzikk]

[color=goldenrod]"Right, [i]Nach[/i]. Misspoke."[/color] the reply and acceptance was equally swift. Genuine mixup. Though, there was likely something to the idea that Indes had taken Nach's place in his internalized combative hierarchy of initiatives— as hard and uncompromising as the thirst for Vor had been hammered in, was it possible it had skewed his interpretation on the whole? Fighting on the front foot was like breathing— even simultaneous counters had an alien air compared to simple insistence on pressure, pace, and persistence. [color=goldenrod]"And that..."[/color]

His brow furrowed, expression twisting into something quite perturbed by the discovered answer to Fionn's rhetorical question. His right hand closed into a fist, then one finger rose beneath his flummoxed gaze.

[color=goldenrod]"Jeremiah,"[/color]

Another.

[color=goldenrod]"Sir Erich,"[/color]

Three.

[color=goldenrod]"That bloated undead just before him,"[/color]

A trio stood tall in the passing breeze, looming larger than they had any right to. They may not have formed a proper excuse within that "W" shape, but they did bring up a pattern that was worth, if not alarm, a certain level of consideration. He returned his gaze to Fionn all but apologetically, well aware of how this wasn't necessarily the [i]point[/i].

[color=goldenrod]"Quite a few, actually. It's weird, now that I think about it."[/color]

He cast the three impudent soldiers into the reserves with a wave, folding his arms after a nod of greeting to the approaching Sir Nicomede, the exchange on arcane matters already lost on him, bereft of any spark of mana that he could think of, from the first word. the thoughtful frown he often wore slid back over his features like an old glove, and his brow furrowed as the mind set to work.

[color=goldenrod]"I think we drive at the same point, though— these examples are boiling down to distance control. Her stance and weapon elongate the engagement, giving her more room to bait out overextensions and less commitment behind the change in level than I'd need, since the longsword naturally demands we square up more to utilize both hands for cutting power and leverage. She can keep her feet on a line and play with distances more readily by simply bouncing in and out, where I'm getting in much closer to leverage my frame and build. Bear down on people, use the bind to isolate their sword and nullify cleaner, quicker strikes, not give them room to breathe."[/color]

... Good soldier, good soldier, we need a [i]conclusion[/i] to drive this to. Theory is well and good, but useless without [i]application[/i].

[color=goldenrod]"So what do I take from that, then— Angle in? Can't be right, I already know to move laterally. Getting ahold of the faster party is generally a good idea, dictate the terms of engagement..."[/color]

Wait.

[color=goldenrod]"I'm an idiot, Fionn. Solid posture."[/color]

He'd walked right past it through all that.