Asher's eyes gleamed with a sharp brilliance as he moved. Though he had undergone training in hand to hand combat, it had never been his true focus; his mastery lay with Virelass, his rapier.
Shifting his entire style mid-training was impossible. But, even with the limited time he had devoted to hand to hand combat, he had become a force formidable enough to command recognition.
Still, in the realm of pure technique, he could not rival Ryaen. She had been honing her craft since the age of five, and now, at eighteen, carried over a decade of endless refinement in her every strike.
And yet, though Asher could not equal her in polished skill, he held his ground through sheer strength and speed.
More than that, he learned.
