fandomhigh | Fencing Club, 5pm, Salle

Peter arrived at the salle probably quite a bit earlier than he needed to, but he wanted to make sure everything was set up. Even if everything wasn't all that much.

Once people arrived, he nodded and started introductions. "I think I know most of you, but I'm Peter Pevensie. I'm a knight of my country, and I fight with a longsword and with a shield. I know some of you have been training for years and some have never picked up a blade before, so shall we go around, do introductions to get to know each other and start planning for what people want to do for the rest of the semester?"

"Would you tell your name, what type of swordwork - if any - you've studied in the past, and what you are hoping to learn?"

After introductions, he smiled again. "Quickly, some rules we've developed in the salle. The salle is for training purposes only. Working with another student or working your own forms or moves. Any sparring ought to be done up in the gym where there's more space and more people around. This is partially because unless there are very special circumstances, all sparring should be done with practice blades. No one needs to be seriously injured as a result of training. You've probably noticed that we share space somewhat with the gun range. They do get loud so if anyone has more ideas to dull the noise other than the makeshift barrier and fabrics we've put on the walls, please make the suggestion. And finally, the salle isn't open all hours like the gym. It's open 10am - 6pm on the weekdays and 12-4 on the weekends. Sadly, if you want to practice outside of those hours, you need to do it in the gym with a practice blade." He grinned. "Unless your name is Alanna. That's all I have for today unless someone has any questions or a suggestion."

[OOC: Wait for the OCD if you please]

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Peter looked with interest and began trying to figure out how a style would have to be modified in order to use it effectively. "Nothing that I'm familiar with. Sakurazaki-" he gestured to the girl "might be more familiar. It looks vaguely Eastern to my admittedly untrained in that style eye."

"Is Chinese in the east?" Zuko asked. If his written language was like something on this world, then maybe his weapons were too.

"Yes, it is," Peter agreed. "Well, to the east of Europe which was considered the 'west' at the time directions were handed out."

Zuko looked confused and decided to ignore everything but the 'yes' part. "Perhaps my world is closer to that country," he said thoughtfully, but shook it off. "Anyway, if you wish to spar. I'd be willing."

Peter grinned. "Absolutely. Now?"

The corner of Zuko's mouth lifted in what could have been a grin. "If you are up to it," he nodded, his tone slightly daring.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I think so." He headed to the weapons locker to grab Rhindon.

Zuko moved to a quiet corner in the salle where no one would get in the way. As he waited for Peter to join him, he started warming up, moving through different stances. Admittedly, he was curious to see what styles people used here;

With Rhindon at his waist, Peter joined Zuko in the corner where he stretched quickly. "Shall we?" he asked with a nod.

"Ready when you are," Zuko said, moving into position and holding his two swords up.

Peter nodded then saluted Zuko with his sword, moving into a guard position.

"I can move to one sword," Zuko offered, wanting to be fair. Except for the part where he was already stepping forward and dealing the first strike, holding off on bringing in his second sword just yet.

"I'd like to see your style with both if you don't mind," Peter replied, moving in to parry quickly, keeping his eyes open for the second sword.

"As you wish," Zuko stepped back quickly. He was already bringing his second sword towards Peter's shoulder, his other sword supprorting the hit.

Peter stepped back, sword moving up to deflect Zuko's strike before spinning to attack on the downwards diagonal.

Zuko stepped back brought his sword down. Zuko tried to hold Peter's sword directed down so he'd be left open for an attack with Zuko's other sword to Peter's side.

Used to fighting against one other sword, Peter wasn't overly concerned about the trapped blade until his instincts reminded him of the other sword. Pulling his sword out from under the trap, Peter dropped and rolled to the left then back on his feet quite possibly leaving himself open for a swat in the midst.

Not one to leave an opening, Zuko brought his sword in and lightly tapped Peter's side.

Back in guard, Peter shook his head. "Point to you. You're fast." He danced back into range and, staying on his toes, threw a high feint towards Zuko's right shoulder then a full strike towards his hip.

"I had a lot of training," Zuko replied. The feint threw him, but he jumped back, darting out of the way. Right away he moved back in, this time concentrating on striking with both swords at Peter's side.

Peter parried the blades smoothly, pushing them out of the way with the greater weight of his longsword. Then, twisting his wrist sharply, he snaked a slice of his own at Zuko's ribcage.

Still slightly off balance from the blocking, Zuko was unprepared for the sharp angle and the sword hit. "Not bad," Zuko admitted reluctantly, stepping back.

"I had a lot of training," Peter replied with a smile. He took a step back. "Shall we continue or call it a draw with a definite rematch?"

"A rematch sounds good," Zuko agreed, putting his swords back in their sheath.

Peter sheathed his sword and bowed slightly to Zuko. "That was a good match. Thank you."

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