⤻ ☾ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴄᴇ & ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ

@♜ ☾ ᴘʀᴜᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴋɪʟɪᴏ A whole array of weapons were required to be truly powerful. Being only good at the bow, the sword, the mace, it didn’t mean anything. Battle was unpredictable, so soldiers had to be unpredictable too. For Vesper, his favoured weapon wasn’t even any of those laid out on the table before him. He fought best with a quarterstaff, but the item was tucked safely out of the way, where he wouldn’t be tempted to use it. Reluctantly, he lifted the sabre in front of him and sighed, turning back around to give one of his soldiers a piece of his mind - and then paused, when he saw a figure nearby. He smiled faintly to himself, a raised his hand above his head in a slow, wide wave. “Your highness. Could I interest you in a morning warm-up?”