𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲

— 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩, 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲; 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲-𝟭

“𝗢𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗰𝗵, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝘂𝗽.”

𝗣𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: #𝗔𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗶𝗱

𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗮��𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗖𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗪𝗮𝗿 — 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗘𝗿𝗮

“𝗦𝗸𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿.”

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[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

@NiaRenSW “Trouble? You know me. . . I’m a good boy, Nia. I try to avoid trouble.”

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

@NiaRenSW “. . . Mhm, I trust you’ve been good?”

Watching steam rise from the cups, he settles the pot down before exhaling.

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

@NiaRenSW Settling beside her; he’s moving to pour each of them a cup, yet choosing to wait before answering.

“As fine as I can be, I suppose. What about you?”

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

@NiaRenSW It didn’t take too long for the male to arrive, kettle and cups in hand.

“Nia—? You there?”

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

@NiaRenSW Perfect, should he bring it to the usual spot?

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

His stave spins; his frame moving to parry weapons with her, just to ensure he blocks.

[Nia Ren @NiaRenSW]

She grins, and this time she's coming at him, feinting to the side.

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

He held this stance for a moment; then he pushes back, taking a few steps back.

“Okay, okay—.”

[Nia Ren @NiaRenSW]

His stave slides along hers as she gets into his personal space.

"I'm not going to let you be weak when I know you can be strong."

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

Another attempt to strike her is given, his attention fixated on her.

“. . . Valid point.”

[Nia Ren @NiaRenSW]

"Why would I let you start something silly like that?"

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

Shifting to recover, he moves aiming the tip toward her. Not letting her leave his sight.

“You can never let me talk negatively, can you?”

[Nia Ren @NiaRenSW]

"Don't let excuses of luck downplay your skill."

She spins sideways, happy to dodge for now.

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

“There’s an art to it—, I’m just lucky I guess.”

Slowly, he changes from a defensive stance to an offensive one as he takes a swing at her.

[Nia Ren @NiaRenSW]

"There is a freedom in flying. I wish I was better at it than just the basics."

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

“. . . It’s why I’m a pilot. Never really was a fighter, could handle a pistol though. . .”

Phex then preps himself in his first stance.

[Nia Ren @NiaRenSW]

She shrugged. "I was never a match for any of the other knights physically. It's why I'm a witch."

The stave starts to spin in her hands, the smaller knight relying on it's momentum.

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

“. . . Huh—, I never knew that. Speaking of him, how’s he doing?”

Idle conversation was always a guilty pleasure, even if they were sparring.

[Nia Ren @NiaRenSW]

"You've always been able to give me a run for my money. The only time I could ever beat Ferox was when I was so mad I was burning with it."

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

“Well, It’s a good thing we’re about to find out, no? Maybe I’ll give you a run for your money?”

[Nia Ren @NiaRenSW]

"Things have been good. I don't have as much time for training as I wish. Worried I am getting rusty."

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

Quickly moving his hand, he’d swipe the training stave out of the air before giving it a quick spin between his fingers.

“. . . How have things been?”

[Nia Ren @NiaRenSW]

Barefoot as always, she made her way to a rack, grabbing a couple of training staves and tossing one at him.

[𝗣𝗵𝗲𝘅 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗲 @OfFlyingAces]

Rising up; he moves to follow, hands settling on his belt.

[Nia Ren @NiaRenSW]

She nodded and set down her cup, standing up and heading for one of the training rooms.