Prose log with Rahal
Who: trueltning_fury and bluelamphinian
When: the afternoon after Geddoe openly asked for sparring partners
Where: the field beside the dojo
What: sparring match
Geddoe didn't want to turn down any of the invitations to spar, since people were good at offering them now, even if he was unsure that Rahal's head was in the right place for a fight. He had his own reasons for being irritable, which apparently did not quite mesh with anyone else's around the castle. Nevertheless, he showed up outside the dojo late in the afternoon, alert but still brooding.
Rahal had taken himself swimming. Being submerged in the lake, with the quiet sloshing of water around him, was always soothing and just allowed him to think. He had cleared his mind, letting the stress of Percy's attack and the genera anxiety of the last few days slough off him. He appeared at the dojo dressed in his armor, but left off his more formal jerkin in favor of a sleeveless vest, hair pulled back into a high tail. "Geddoe," he gave a polite smile, nodding his head at the grizzled mercenary.
Geddoe nodded back. "Cleared your head?" he wondered idly.
"Yes, of course," Rahal settled a hand on his sword. "It would be rude and dangerous to come to a spar with a distracted mind."
"Glad you realized that." Tossing his head to indicate the field between the dojo and the shoreline, Geddoe stepped aside. He preferred to fight out here when he could, there were fewer obstacles. Like walls. "I've been neglecting myself. I need to train regardless."
"I think we all need it," Rahal chuckled, following Geddoe out to the field and drawing his blade as he did, extending his steps, stretching as he got into position, letting no motion be wasted.
Without acknowledging how true that might be, Geddoe paced to an even distance and turned, drawing his sword and facing Rahal squarely. It was a dangerous-looking stance, completely open yet completely guarded with the blade tip low toward the ground. He looked ready for anything.
Rahal slid into position as well, heels together and legs straight, one arm pulled back and the other tucked against his chest with the blade held high, but pointed slightly down. His eyes took on a steely cast, narrowing a bit. "Whenever you are ready, Sir Geddoe."
Geddoe gave a slight sniff to accept the challenge and lunged forward, swinging hard and low with his blind side toward Rahal.
Rahal rose to his toes and spun, dropping the blade to meet Geddoe's, bracing his free hand against the dull side of the blade to add stability. The man hit harder than he remembered, and he made special note of that. With a grunt he pushed back, bringing his blade around in a flurry of quick stabs.
Jogging his right foot back, Geddoe braced himself and parried the thrusts away from his body, though one came a little too close to his sleeve. He hopped back a bit more, giving himself more reach to be able to block and turn aside the longer katana blade.
Rahal did not immediately press into a full blown attack. So early into the fight that was foolish - a waste of energy since he had no real judgement of Geddoe's skill, though he already knew the man was very talented. He pushed with measured steps and swings, studying Geddoe's reaction to each thrust of the blade.
A few strikes into the match and Geddoe was sure that his quickness had not suffered from being on vacation so long. He found it easier to meet Rahal's attacks with shorter swings, though they had less power behind them for now. His nerves were still touchy but the slow, routine start served to calm him a little so he didn't batter his opponent needlessly and make a slip. When he had enough of playing around, Geddoe deflected with a much harder blow and swept Wild Geese around under the katana, aiming for Rahal's middle.
Rahal sucked in his belly, spreading his legs and dropping his knee slightly, brining Lamphinian to bear. He snapped his legs together and surged up with that momentum, whirling the blade and pressing a quick series of steps and alternating deep and shallow thrusts against Geddoe, aiming for his belly and his chest.
Geddoe threw his torso back to dodge, realizing that he needed to get more serious if he didn't want his armor damaged. He flicked his sword sideways to catch the first couple of thrusts, and then simply backed out of it, turning his off side toward Rahal. With his right foot planted, he brought the sword around hard, deflecting with a loud clang and leaving himself enough opening to rush Rahal bodily. Time to see if the cavalry soldier remembered their last match.
Rahal's initial instinct was to rush when he saw the opening, but then he thought of how skilled Geddoe was, and how no warrior that skilled would simply LEAVE something that open, especially not on a bad side. So instead he leapt forward as if to rush into it, but stopped and split step, sliding around on the grass and bringing his sword around in an upper cut.
Fortunately, Rahal was on his good side, allowing Geddoe to see him stop and slice. His lip curled very slightly in a smirk of appreciation, that his move was met well, as he came to a stop and pivoted on his foot in order to meet the strike with a loud clang of metal against metal.
Rahal bunched his shoulders, keeping the meeting of blades towards the tip where he could get some better leverage since the points were weaker and thus a more even match - since Geddoe clearly outweighed him and no doubt had more muscle than Rahal. He grinned at the mercenary as they locked in a stalemate for a moment, then suddenly grunted and whipped his waist away, bringing his armored leg up in a swift jabbing kick aimed at Geddoe's kidneys.
The moment the blades disengaged, Geddoe prepared for a follow-up strike, though he wasn't quite predicting a kick. He rolled sideways, offering the thick leather pauldron on his right hip to absorb the blow, though it still jarred him. He held his ground, rushing forward with his free hand extended, trying to grab for Rahal's sword arm, while his blade hovered just behind him, like a snake lying in wait.
Rahal brace his foot and jumped up, pushing back off Geddoe in a sudden panic as he realized what the man was going for with that reach, imagining the consequences of being caught. He landed awkwardly and stumbled in the grass, going into a roll to keep himself protected as he tried to recover.
Geddoe had too much momentum to stop, so he kept going forward, wary of the blade in case it came up in his face before Rahal did. He dropped the idea of closing in with physical strength and swung Wild Geese around instead, cutting the air between them and then jabbing vaguely toward the ground - and any of Rahal's limbs that might be in the way.
Rahal bit back a cry as Wild Geese struck the back of his thigh, the fabric staining dark with blood as he rolled to his feet and brought his sword to bear in defense. But he didn't stay down for long. He did several crouched steps forward in quick sucession, ignoring the pain in his leg and then surged up, using the speed afforded him by his light weight as a weapon as he struck from multiple angles in rapid succession, trying to calculate how long before the wound became to painful to stand on or if it would even get to that point.
The flurry of attacks backed Geddoe off, as he had to twist and actually move to block them. He hadn't meant to wound Rahal, certainly not so badly, and only then did he realize that they had never settled on terms for the match. He spun to get fully out of the way and put distance between them, and then lowered his blade. "That was my mistake. Do you want to continue, or call it?"
Rahal panted, hopping a few steps back and stretching his leg, putting his hand behind him, bringing it up. It was slightly red, but not much. He worked the leg and shook his head. "I think it should be fine. Nothing too serious. If I think it's worsening, I'll call."
Geddoe hesitated a moment, and then swept his sword through the air in a warrior's acceptance. "Fine. But I'm not doing this to beat the crap out of anyone, so a yield is the end of it either way." He narrowed his eye briefly, as if trying to judge whether Rahal was being brave about it, and then came in slowly, angling Wild Geese across his body in defense.
Rahal actually laughed at, bringing his blade back to bear and circling Geddoe in slow, steady steps. "I would never think such a thing of you, Sir Geddoe," he assured him. And then he practically danced back into the fray, using his hips and narrow shoulders to thrust his blade in at those odd angles and sweeping archs.
Like the great, stoic thundercloud that he was, Geddoe focused his good eye on Rahal's movement and stepped in to block, using his arms and shoulders to twist into the right positions to manage. He was blocking successfully, but all the high-speed movement was wearing him down bit by bit. Not to mention, the hot summer sun on his black garb. Gritting his teeth, the captain used the momentum of the last block to turn the tables, hammering on Rahal with his full strength. His swings were not quick, but short, and strong.
Rahal grunted as he met the strike. Roog fought in a similar fashion, most of his attacks strength based as compared to his more nimble speed, but even then it was hard to counter. His mind raced as he pushed back, and he finally just dropped and brought his blade around in a low, shallow upper cut aimed at Geddoe's ankles and calves.
One of Geddoe's few weak points was his footwork. He could move his entire body out of the way of blows, but anything aimed at his feet, well. He intended to dodge, but only got one foot up enough for the blade to whack the sole of his boot. He staggered sideways, completely off balance.
Rahal saw his chance, gathering himself and setting the blade against the sole of the boot and pushing up and away, intending to make Geddoe fall if he could or at least buy himself more time.
Geddoe didn't quite tumble but he did fall back, needing quite a few steps before he regained his balance. With that kind of distance between them, he took a moment to check his boot's tread to see if the blade had damaged it. There was a neat slice in the leather, but nothing that threatened the stability of his footgear. Growling, he prepared himself to meet any follow-up attack.
Rahal intended to continue, but pulled up, wincing as pain sliced through the back of his leg. He reached back, grasping at the wound and pulled his hand away, dark with blood this time. "Apologies, Sir Geddoe, but I will have to call this match. I yield."
Frowning, Geddoe straightened up where he stood and relaxed his shoulders. "Dammit, you should have stopped when I cut you." He sheathed his sword and came over to have a look, though he had no healing runes close at hand.
Rahal shook his head. "I know. I underestimated how serious it was. I thought it shallower." He stood still as Geddoe came to inspect, already clearing his mind to summon up the power of his own Rune.
Without asking permission, Geddoe ripped the fabric a little more to see the extent of the injury. "I'm surprised you're still walking," he grunted, removing his glove and pressing his hand against it to staunch the blood. "This isn't life or death. I would have been content with a shortened match." He swore under his breath, mostly at himself for not pulling the strike that had wounded his opponent.
Rahal didn't immediately answer, his right hand starting to glow a soft blue. He reached behind himself, laying his hand upon the wound and sighing as he released the energy, cool waves washing through him. He pulled his hand back, stained once more with blood, but the wound wasn't as serious now, though still oozing blood. "There. That should keep it together for a bit," he said in soft pants, the spell hard to work after such a fight.
"Infirmary," Geddoe sighed, straightening up and tucking his glove into his belt. "Now." He shook his head at the turn of events, at the irony of adding one more injury to the litany of recent days.
He had no energy to argue, nor was he foolish enough to. His right hand shook a bit. He was no Rune Master, and working a Rune took a lot out of him, especially during a fight. He mostly had it for emergencies rather than having actual skill with it, and it had done the job of keeping him or Roog alive on more than one occasion. "Mind helping me along?" he asked with a lopsided grin.
Huffing another sigh, Geddoe stood right beside him on his injured side, putting an arm around his back. "Since I was the one who did it to you. Do me a favor, though, and make sure Cecile doesn't lose her head over someone else getting hurt. Tell her it was an accident."
"Of course. It was my fault really," Rahal sighed. "And I've suffered worse, nor is it critical. I'll be back to my old self in a few days." He would dose himself daily with his Rune, which would aid the healing process, and since the wound wasn't bad to begin with it shouldn't take more than a week before he was back to fighting form. He wrapped an arm around Geddoe's shoulder, doing the awkward hobble-jump of the injured to keep stress off his leg. "Next time, I'll be more careful of that maneuver."
"Remember that anyone who isn't a knight will fight dirty," Geddoe muttered as he helped Rahal to the stairs that led up to the courtyard. Oh, this was going to be fun. "Grabbing, wrestling, throwing, off-hand punches. Most of my favorite moves."
Rahal shook his head and laughed. "I know what fighting dirty is. Armes foot soldiers are not above it, nor is Roog at times."
"So I only surprised you that time." Geddoe took the steps slowly. Now that they were done exerting themselves, the sun and exercise was catching up with him. "I shouldn't have gone all-in."
"It wouldn't have been fun if you had not," Rahal patted his shoulder as they walked-hobbled.
Geddoe's grouch-face returned at the humor. "Fun," he snorted, steering them to the next set of steps. Why did Budehuc have so many steps?
"It was," Rahal assured him. "It's been awhile since I've gotten to cut loose like that. It felt good."
Being far more no-nonsense about his affairs, Geddoe couldn't exactly agree, but he didn't say so. He kept his mouth shut the rest of the way up to the manor, where they were finally on the same level as the infirmary and could go at an even pace.
"When my leg is healed we should spar again," Rahal suggested. "And this time I'll try to avoid being cut in such a place."
"Don't rush yourself," Geddoe warned. "Take care of this first. Sparring can wait." He paused outside the infirmary, trusting that this was far enough.
Rahal put his leg down. It was good enough to walk on the small ways into the infirmary. He grinned at Geddoe. "Don't worry to much about me, Sir Geddoe. And thank you for the spar today, injuries excluded of course."
Geddoe nodded solemnly in acknowledgement. "Get that taken care of."
"I will," he nodded, holding out his hand to Geddoe. "Till next time?"
Geddoe eyed the hand for a moment before clasping it very quickly. The physical workout had not improved his mood much. "Until then." He took a step back, trusting Rahal could get himself through the door by himself but waiting just in case.
Rahal waved and turned, going inside with a problem, grinning sheepishly at the doctor as he got himself tended to, feeling... better.
When: the afternoon after Geddoe openly asked for sparring partners
Where: the field beside the dojo
What: sparring match
Geddoe didn't want to turn down any of the invitations to spar, since people were good at offering them now, even if he was unsure that Rahal's head was in the right place for a fight. He had his own reasons for being irritable, which apparently did not quite mesh with anyone else's around the castle. Nevertheless, he showed up outside the dojo late in the afternoon, alert but still brooding.
Rahal had taken himself swimming. Being submerged in the lake, with the quiet sloshing of water around him, was always soothing and just allowed him to think. He had cleared his mind, letting the stress of Percy's attack and the genera anxiety of the last few days slough off him. He appeared at the dojo dressed in his armor, but left off his more formal jerkin in favor of a sleeveless vest, hair pulled back into a high tail. "Geddoe," he gave a polite smile, nodding his head at the grizzled mercenary.
Geddoe nodded back. "Cleared your head?" he wondered idly.
"Yes, of course," Rahal settled a hand on his sword. "It would be rude and dangerous to come to a spar with a distracted mind."
"Glad you realized that." Tossing his head to indicate the field between the dojo and the shoreline, Geddoe stepped aside. He preferred to fight out here when he could, there were fewer obstacles. Like walls. "I've been neglecting myself. I need to train regardless."
"I think we all need it," Rahal chuckled, following Geddoe out to the field and drawing his blade as he did, extending his steps, stretching as he got into position, letting no motion be wasted.
Without acknowledging how true that might be, Geddoe paced to an even distance and turned, drawing his sword and facing Rahal squarely. It was a dangerous-looking stance, completely open yet completely guarded with the blade tip low toward the ground. He looked ready for anything.
Rahal slid into position as well, heels together and legs straight, one arm pulled back and the other tucked against his chest with the blade held high, but pointed slightly down. His eyes took on a steely cast, narrowing a bit. "Whenever you are ready, Sir Geddoe."
Geddoe gave a slight sniff to accept the challenge and lunged forward, swinging hard and low with his blind side toward Rahal.
Rahal rose to his toes and spun, dropping the blade to meet Geddoe's, bracing his free hand against the dull side of the blade to add stability. The man hit harder than he remembered, and he made special note of that. With a grunt he pushed back, bringing his blade around in a flurry of quick stabs.
Jogging his right foot back, Geddoe braced himself and parried the thrusts away from his body, though one came a little too close to his sleeve. He hopped back a bit more, giving himself more reach to be able to block and turn aside the longer katana blade.
Rahal did not immediately press into a full blown attack. So early into the fight that was foolish - a waste of energy since he had no real judgement of Geddoe's skill, though he already knew the man was very talented. He pushed with measured steps and swings, studying Geddoe's reaction to each thrust of the blade.
A few strikes into the match and Geddoe was sure that his quickness had not suffered from being on vacation so long. He found it easier to meet Rahal's attacks with shorter swings, though they had less power behind them for now. His nerves were still touchy but the slow, routine start served to calm him a little so he didn't batter his opponent needlessly and make a slip. When he had enough of playing around, Geddoe deflected with a much harder blow and swept Wild Geese around under the katana, aiming for Rahal's middle.
Rahal sucked in his belly, spreading his legs and dropping his knee slightly, brining Lamphinian to bear. He snapped his legs together and surged up with that momentum, whirling the blade and pressing a quick series of steps and alternating deep and shallow thrusts against Geddoe, aiming for his belly and his chest.
Geddoe threw his torso back to dodge, realizing that he needed to get more serious if he didn't want his armor damaged. He flicked his sword sideways to catch the first couple of thrusts, and then simply backed out of it, turning his off side toward Rahal. With his right foot planted, he brought the sword around hard, deflecting with a loud clang and leaving himself enough opening to rush Rahal bodily. Time to see if the cavalry soldier remembered their last match.
Rahal's initial instinct was to rush when he saw the opening, but then he thought of how skilled Geddoe was, and how no warrior that skilled would simply LEAVE something that open, especially not on a bad side. So instead he leapt forward as if to rush into it, but stopped and split step, sliding around on the grass and bringing his sword around in an upper cut.
Fortunately, Rahal was on his good side, allowing Geddoe to see him stop and slice. His lip curled very slightly in a smirk of appreciation, that his move was met well, as he came to a stop and pivoted on his foot in order to meet the strike with a loud clang of metal against metal.
Rahal bunched his shoulders, keeping the meeting of blades towards the tip where he could get some better leverage since the points were weaker and thus a more even match - since Geddoe clearly outweighed him and no doubt had more muscle than Rahal. He grinned at the mercenary as they locked in a stalemate for a moment, then suddenly grunted and whipped his waist away, bringing his armored leg up in a swift jabbing kick aimed at Geddoe's kidneys.
The moment the blades disengaged, Geddoe prepared for a follow-up strike, though he wasn't quite predicting a kick. He rolled sideways, offering the thick leather pauldron on his right hip to absorb the blow, though it still jarred him. He held his ground, rushing forward with his free hand extended, trying to grab for Rahal's sword arm, while his blade hovered just behind him, like a snake lying in wait.
Rahal brace his foot and jumped up, pushing back off Geddoe in a sudden panic as he realized what the man was going for with that reach, imagining the consequences of being caught. He landed awkwardly and stumbled in the grass, going into a roll to keep himself protected as he tried to recover.
Geddoe had too much momentum to stop, so he kept going forward, wary of the blade in case it came up in his face before Rahal did. He dropped the idea of closing in with physical strength and swung Wild Geese around instead, cutting the air between them and then jabbing vaguely toward the ground - and any of Rahal's limbs that might be in the way.
Rahal bit back a cry as Wild Geese struck the back of his thigh, the fabric staining dark with blood as he rolled to his feet and brought his sword to bear in defense. But he didn't stay down for long. He did several crouched steps forward in quick sucession, ignoring the pain in his leg and then surged up, using the speed afforded him by his light weight as a weapon as he struck from multiple angles in rapid succession, trying to calculate how long before the wound became to painful to stand on or if it would even get to that point.
The flurry of attacks backed Geddoe off, as he had to twist and actually move to block them. He hadn't meant to wound Rahal, certainly not so badly, and only then did he realize that they had never settled on terms for the match. He spun to get fully out of the way and put distance between them, and then lowered his blade. "That was my mistake. Do you want to continue, or call it?"
Rahal panted, hopping a few steps back and stretching his leg, putting his hand behind him, bringing it up. It was slightly red, but not much. He worked the leg and shook his head. "I think it should be fine. Nothing too serious. If I think it's worsening, I'll call."
Geddoe hesitated a moment, and then swept his sword through the air in a warrior's acceptance. "Fine. But I'm not doing this to beat the crap out of anyone, so a yield is the end of it either way." He narrowed his eye briefly, as if trying to judge whether Rahal was being brave about it, and then came in slowly, angling Wild Geese across his body in defense.
Rahal actually laughed at, bringing his blade back to bear and circling Geddoe in slow, steady steps. "I would never think such a thing of you, Sir Geddoe," he assured him. And then he practically danced back into the fray, using his hips and narrow shoulders to thrust his blade in at those odd angles and sweeping archs.
Like the great, stoic thundercloud that he was, Geddoe focused his good eye on Rahal's movement and stepped in to block, using his arms and shoulders to twist into the right positions to manage. He was blocking successfully, but all the high-speed movement was wearing him down bit by bit. Not to mention, the hot summer sun on his black garb. Gritting his teeth, the captain used the momentum of the last block to turn the tables, hammering on Rahal with his full strength. His swings were not quick, but short, and strong.
Rahal grunted as he met the strike. Roog fought in a similar fashion, most of his attacks strength based as compared to his more nimble speed, but even then it was hard to counter. His mind raced as he pushed back, and he finally just dropped and brought his blade around in a low, shallow upper cut aimed at Geddoe's ankles and calves.
One of Geddoe's few weak points was his footwork. He could move his entire body out of the way of blows, but anything aimed at his feet, well. He intended to dodge, but only got one foot up enough for the blade to whack the sole of his boot. He staggered sideways, completely off balance.
Rahal saw his chance, gathering himself and setting the blade against the sole of the boot and pushing up and away, intending to make Geddoe fall if he could or at least buy himself more time.
Geddoe didn't quite tumble but he did fall back, needing quite a few steps before he regained his balance. With that kind of distance between them, he took a moment to check his boot's tread to see if the blade had damaged it. There was a neat slice in the leather, but nothing that threatened the stability of his footgear. Growling, he prepared himself to meet any follow-up attack.
Rahal intended to continue, but pulled up, wincing as pain sliced through the back of his leg. He reached back, grasping at the wound and pulled his hand away, dark with blood this time. "Apologies, Sir Geddoe, but I will have to call this match. I yield."
Frowning, Geddoe straightened up where he stood and relaxed his shoulders. "Dammit, you should have stopped when I cut you." He sheathed his sword and came over to have a look, though he had no healing runes close at hand.
Rahal shook his head. "I know. I underestimated how serious it was. I thought it shallower." He stood still as Geddoe came to inspect, already clearing his mind to summon up the power of his own Rune.
Without asking permission, Geddoe ripped the fabric a little more to see the extent of the injury. "I'm surprised you're still walking," he grunted, removing his glove and pressing his hand against it to staunch the blood. "This isn't life or death. I would have been content with a shortened match." He swore under his breath, mostly at himself for not pulling the strike that had wounded his opponent.
Rahal didn't immediately answer, his right hand starting to glow a soft blue. He reached behind himself, laying his hand upon the wound and sighing as he released the energy, cool waves washing through him. He pulled his hand back, stained once more with blood, but the wound wasn't as serious now, though still oozing blood. "There. That should keep it together for a bit," he said in soft pants, the spell hard to work after such a fight.
"Infirmary," Geddoe sighed, straightening up and tucking his glove into his belt. "Now." He shook his head at the turn of events, at the irony of adding one more injury to the litany of recent days.
He had no energy to argue, nor was he foolish enough to. His right hand shook a bit. He was no Rune Master, and working a Rune took a lot out of him, especially during a fight. He mostly had it for emergencies rather than having actual skill with it, and it had done the job of keeping him or Roog alive on more than one occasion. "Mind helping me along?" he asked with a lopsided grin.
Huffing another sigh, Geddoe stood right beside him on his injured side, putting an arm around his back. "Since I was the one who did it to you. Do me a favor, though, and make sure Cecile doesn't lose her head over someone else getting hurt. Tell her it was an accident."
"Of course. It was my fault really," Rahal sighed. "And I've suffered worse, nor is it critical. I'll be back to my old self in a few days." He would dose himself daily with his Rune, which would aid the healing process, and since the wound wasn't bad to begin with it shouldn't take more than a week before he was back to fighting form. He wrapped an arm around Geddoe's shoulder, doing the awkward hobble-jump of the injured to keep stress off his leg. "Next time, I'll be more careful of that maneuver."
"Remember that anyone who isn't a knight will fight dirty," Geddoe muttered as he helped Rahal to the stairs that led up to the courtyard. Oh, this was going to be fun. "Grabbing, wrestling, throwing, off-hand punches. Most of my favorite moves."
Rahal shook his head and laughed. "I know what fighting dirty is. Armes foot soldiers are not above it, nor is Roog at times."
"So I only surprised you that time." Geddoe took the steps slowly. Now that they were done exerting themselves, the sun and exercise was catching up with him. "I shouldn't have gone all-in."
"It wouldn't have been fun if you had not," Rahal patted his shoulder as they walked-hobbled.
Geddoe's grouch-face returned at the humor. "Fun," he snorted, steering them to the next set of steps. Why did Budehuc have so many steps?
"It was," Rahal assured him. "It's been awhile since I've gotten to cut loose like that. It felt good."
Being far more no-nonsense about his affairs, Geddoe couldn't exactly agree, but he didn't say so. He kept his mouth shut the rest of the way up to the manor, where they were finally on the same level as the infirmary and could go at an even pace.
"When my leg is healed we should spar again," Rahal suggested. "And this time I'll try to avoid being cut in such a place."
"Don't rush yourself," Geddoe warned. "Take care of this first. Sparring can wait." He paused outside the infirmary, trusting that this was far enough.
Rahal put his leg down. It was good enough to walk on the small ways into the infirmary. He grinned at Geddoe. "Don't worry to much about me, Sir Geddoe. And thank you for the spar today, injuries excluded of course."
Geddoe nodded solemnly in acknowledgement. "Get that taken care of."
"I will," he nodded, holding out his hand to Geddoe. "Till next time?"
Geddoe eyed the hand for a moment before clasping it very quickly. The physical workout had not improved his mood much. "Until then." He took a step back, trusting Rahal could get himself through the door by himself but waiting just in case.
Rahal waved and turned, going inside with a problem, grinning sheepishly at the doctor as he got himself tended to, feeling... better.