[ The rapier isn't Vax's weapon of choice. It's light in his hand; it's insubstantial, as if it'll shatter on impact if he isn't careful. It seems to Vax that it's requiring a restrained, mincing approach that certainly won't draw enough blood to end a fight.
Misgivings aside, Vax occupies some middling ground with the weapon. He has enough skill with blades to balance out his unfamiliarity with this style. Arthur, on the other hand— ]
Better, [ Vax tells him, spinning his rapier lazily as he half-steps backward. ] You're just still...
[ Describing Arthur's style is difficult. Vax pauses, uncertain, before shrugging. ]
You're too stiff. Try to relax.
[ While Vax prods at him with a sharp object, because that's relaxing. ]
closed to arthur.
Misgivings aside, Vax occupies some middling ground with the weapon. He has enough skill with blades to balance out his unfamiliarity with this style. Arthur, on the other hand— ]
Better, [ Vax tells him, spinning his rapier lazily as he half-steps backward. ] You're just still...
[ Describing Arthur's style is difficult. Vax pauses, uncertain, before shrugging. ]
You're too stiff. Try to relax.
[ While Vax prods at him with a sharp object, because that's relaxing. ]