Future Knight Universe - Practicing

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Porthos sighed, testing the feel of one of the spare swords he'd been provided to test with. He was, as always, good at picking up the feel of new weapons, but it didn't seem right withought his old sword by his side. He knew every nick and nooks of it, it was as as good as an extension of his own hand.

He sighed, then went back through his drills, striving to improve the new forms Brenda had taught him, and perfect his better moves with a new blade and new trousers, which felt as ridiculous as they looked.

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Brenda paused in the doorway and leaned against the frame to watch him, admiring the way his new pants fit his butt as she absently shifted her grip on the two swords from Clark's collection that he'd told her she could offer to Porthos. They weren't just run of the mill weapons like the one he was using, but finely honed works of art. Even in their scabbards she could feel the nearly living balance to them, and their intricate basket hilts winked in the lights.

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Porthos blinked as he tripped slightly, then paused. He only ever tripped when he was being spied upon, that just freaked him out.

Turning he looked around, then caught sight of Brenda and grinned, bowing to her and inwardly wincing as the pants tightened. At least the shirt was loose enough....

"Good morning, my fairest dove," he said, sheathing the sword. "You look as radiant as ever."

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She pushed away from the doorframe and walked over to meet him, a smile lighting her face. "Nice pants."

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"I warn you, sweetest of ladies, I tolerate no remarks about my clothes," he said, eyes twinkling.

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"Can't deal with what you dish out?" She pauses with her toes nearly touching his, her smile turning to a grin as her own eyes shine up at him.

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He kissed her cheek and chuckled. "I comment only on your exquisit beauty, my darling. You mock me."

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"On the contrary," she said softly, eyes holding his as a blush tinted her cheeks.

Then she looked down at the swords and held them up. "Clark says you can keep whichever one you like."

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He gave her hair a slightly longer kiss, then looked down, eyes widdening.

"For what lords were these made?"

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She held up the one with the golden hilt. "This was made for Clark by a master smith. This..." She held up the silver one with R in the filgerii of the silver hilt. "Clark made himself."

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Almost entranced Porthos picked up the engraved sword, testing it's balance and staring at it as he moved it around.

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And it moves like a living thing in his hand. He can nearly feel its eagerness to work, it's suppleness and balance making it as though it were a part of him.

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"I didn't know Clark was such a genius, I might've been nicer to him," he marveled, entraced by how it cut smoothly through the air, singing softly with only the slightest flick of his wrist.

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"He doesn't show who he really is to very many." She put a foot back and leaned against the wall. "I think he's afraid of being hurt when they die."

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"He's outlived that many?" he frowned, pausing and looking up at her, suddenly worried about how many loved ones she'd seen leave.

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"He's over a hundred years old." She lifted one brow slightly.

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"Oh," his eyebrows went up. "Well... bloke ages well, doesn't he?"

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"He doesn't age at all. He's immortal." She examined a spot of something on the other sword.

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"Woah," Porthos wasn't sure what he was supposed to react to that.

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"He's half Eldari," said Brenda quietly. "And a quarter Kryptonian. You never had to be jealous of him; he told me he wasn't interested when we first met."

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"Me? Jealous? Of that face?" he scoffed impulsively, though his ears reddened slightly.

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She chuckled and held up the golden sword. "Do you want to try this one?"

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He had less faith that anything could match the sword in his hand, but he indulged her, finding the other blade nearly as good. It certainly was a piece.

"Magnificent," he said, smiling.

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"But not as appealing as this one." She held up the R blade.

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"No. That one is a weapon for the ages," he admitted.

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She chuckled and tossed it to him hilt upright. "Her name's Celelosille; silver rose."