[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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Fionn grinned. 'Disdain' wasn't something he was unfamiliar with, all things considered; he'd endured enough of it as a mercenary, and then again when he first joined the Iron Roses. It was utterly unsurprising that there were some within the order, originally of noble birth, who had little but contempt for any commoners who were raised to the ranks of knighthood. Showing a few up in the practice yard had done enough to silence their complaints in [i]his[/i] direction, at least, though they weren't the caliber of the founding knights.

[color=#008b8b]"Aye, Talderians. There were some, shouting in something [i]other[/i] than Old Talderian. I could about pick up what they were saying, if I focused enough, but there wasn't really any opportunity for that."[/color] He brought his training blade up, across his shoulder, imaginary Talderian ahead of him. Gilded armour, elaborate plume of rank atop his helm, and a great shield paired with a short, stabbing blade. Reliving the fight, for a moment. [color=#008b8b]"Had to open the one up. Come in hard, really commit so that he'd actually break my strike with his shield. Catch his other arm with my left hand so he can't stab me, hook him around the ankle with my own and bring us both down..."[/color]

He shook his head, a disapproving [i]tsk[/i] coming out.

[color=#008b8b]"We stabbed each other. His knife in my side, mine in his armpit. No winner."[/color] The feder came down again, his eyes narrowing. [color=#008b8b]"He was nothing like going against Florian, though. I at least could've joked around with Cyrus, I think, but Florian...was himself that had to give me the best fight of my life, so he did."[/color]