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

[@The Otter]

[color=goldenrod]"Yeah, no, the technique showed on its own."[/color] Gerard commented, eyes pulling in the sequence as Fionn relived his bout with their masterful forefather, reading the shadow the other man projected onto the void as well as he could— surprising in its fidelity. A testament to his peer's visualization and technical recall, sure... but funny as it was, the stanzas recounted the Mirror Knight's words as well. [color=goldenrod][i]Like Agrahn calling me 'desperate'.[/i][/color]

Gerard wasn't sure if that was what lent itself to the mind's eye here or not, but insight was insight.

[color=goldenrod]"You don't play [i]this[/i] slow a game with me, do you?"[/color] an observation, rhetorically made— both well aware already how the harmony of their spars registered, beyond opportunism's swinging tempo adding subtle variance. [color=goldenrod]"You were keeping everything in tighter."[/color]

Studying.