"Look at you, already doing good at your job," Fane drawled, scooping up a sword for herself and handing one to Anto. "Let's see if you're just as good in a fight." They'd use the swords first, then use their preferred weapons once the sparring got too boring.
He picked up his own and got into stance, his stance wide and his body lowered. "C'mon, then."
Fane twirled her sword through her fingers, adjusting to its weight. She kept a casual stance, not looking at all in a hurry to get on with it. "A good pirate doesn't wait for their opponent," she said, raising a brow at him.
"I am horrible with swords," he said with a shrug. "I figure defense is my method of choice."
She sighed, then gripped the hilt of the weapon and charged for Anto, sword whistling through the air as it came upon him in a low arc, heading for his legs.
He treated it like hopscotch, jumping over the blade before it could collide with his legs. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he lashed out with his free hand, pushing her back without hurting her much.
She danced back, blinking with a raised brow. "Unconventional, but it works. I want you to try and block me," she then instructed right before swinging at him, not putting much effort into it.
"I do not see the need," he said, following her instructions, "When I can just move out of the way."
"Counterattack," she explained, swinging at him again. "If you move, you lose the chance to counter them. If you block, you can attack while they are put off guard. Plus," she added, "it can lead to you cornering yourself."
"I still prefer knifes," he said, blocking the slow swipe once again. This time, however, he went on the attack, jumping forward, and jabbing the tip of the sword at her stomach.
"I'm not asking what you prefer," she said, looking down with a look of approval before backing away to do it again. "I'm asking you to adjust and learn."
"This is a very useless exercise," he said, breaking his stance and sighing. "I have no need for it."
She rolled her eyes and walked up to him, crossing her arms and letting the sword dangle from her fingers. "And what would you rather be doing?"
"Actually sparring," he said, as Hugh and White continued to watch.
"Fine. Grab your daggers." She discarded the sword and reached behind her and grabbed her axes, spinning them in her hands as she backed up with a bored look on her face.
"No," he said, rolling his eyes. "Hand to hand. All of you need to learn to fight when you don't have a weapon."
She huffed and narrowed her eyes, then straightened and held her arms out, dropping her axes to the floor with a dramatic clatter. "Fine, hand to hand."
He slipped his knifes from his belt and set them in the same pile. He once again got into a fighting stance. "C'mon, then. Let's see what you have got."
"You make it sound like I'm a child in need of help," she said, then darted towards him, ready to latch onto him to either swing around onto his back or ram a knee into his stomach—with minimal effort, of course. Wouldn't want to hurt the precious prince too badly.
He let her grab him, but put his hands down and stopped her knee from colliding with his stomach. He grunted as she spun around and grabbed him from behind, digging his chin into his chest to keep her from putting him into a chokehold.
She used her weight to knock them both to the ground, pulling Anto with her. She made sure to stay as close to him as possible, making a move to get on top of him to deal some damage that way.
Moving to the ground was probably the worst thing she could have done. In a flash, he had slipped out from under her and grabbed her hand, twisting her wrist in a painful manner
Her face twisted in pain and she bit her lip, but she wouldn't give up so easily. She still had her legs and feet. She lashed out kicking out at him to get him off of her while she reached up as if to claw at his face.
He pulled his face back when she reached up with her hand, the back of his head colliding with one of her feet. He landed on the deck with a thump, rubbing the back of his head as he got back to his feet.
"Good move," he admitted with a wince.
"See? I know what I'm doing for the most part," she said smugly, rolling over to get back onto her feet. She rubbed at her wrist, the pain dulling to just a slight throb now that he had let go.