Hands tighten their hold on her lance, the shaft spinning in her grip as she circles around Kellam; being careful to keep her eyes on him while still maintaining her footing has been a bit more of a challenge than she cared to admit, so focused is she on their mock-battle. It doesn’t help that he’s faster than he looks too, even in all that armour.
Cordelia only barely dodges his lunge, his own training spear passing through the space where her waist had been seconds before. When she strikes out and feels her weapon hit solid steel, only to see the knight topple to the ground moments later, a sense of triumph surges through her and she drops her lance, arms rising into the air and a satisfied grin taking purchase of her features.
At Kellam’s praise, her arms lower and she lets out a sheepish laugh. She still has a long way to go, as far as she’s concerned, but his compliments are always so genuine that there’s no way she can refute them. ❝ Thank you, Kellam - although you should give yourself some credit, too. I doubt I would have progressed so much without you teaching me, really. ❞
His question gives her pause for a moment - no one has ever asked her that before. He did raise a good point though, and she takes the opportunity to ponder over it as he rises from the ground to fetch water, a soft ❛ yes, please ❜ uttered in his direction at the offer of refreshment.
❝ It does seem a bit odd, I suppose; training like this when a majority of the time I’m up in the air. There’s no real direct translation, since even the way I hold my lance differs when I’m on my pegasus - but training on foot helps me to keep the basics in shape. And it’s good practice, should I ever find myself stranded in battle without my mount. Aerial fighting tactics would do me no good then. ❞
Kellam would return with one of the canteen of water, handing it to the red head, he opened his own and began to gulp loudly. He was still out of breathe from the training session that just occurred. When she started to talk, he lowered his canteen and wiped his mouth from any excess water. Listening rather intently on her answer. He saw that well enough. Knowing the basics of a lance is probably how all pegasus knights start. This only got him to wonder how they slowly evolve onto mounts themselves.
Kellam imagined Cordelia riding a stick pony with wings, a mock pegasi so she could cordinate her lance to not hit the head of the mount, nor it’s wings. The image of that following a field of novice pegasus knights training like that left him holding in a laugh. He turned away and covered his mouth. It was rude to laugh at a serious answer to a serious question. He cleared his throat and turned his attention back to her. He let out a heavy sigh, finally regaining regular breathing.
“Honestly, fighting a lance user who isn’t another armored unit or a mount is rather refreshing. I am aware of normal soldiers out and about when we fight against Plegia’s skirmishes, but in actual combat I rarely see anyone with a lance. So I guess it’s also helping me come up with strategies on dealing with non-armored lance enemies.” He nodded to himself.
Training with Cordelia was always a treat. It provided him a challenge like never before. Despite his early winnings when they became partners, he chalked that up to inexperience on Cordelia’s part. Now, he felt evenly matched with her. This 3rd spar being a tie breaker from two earlier today.
“Though, I do have an idea .” He would look up at the sky, his mind racing to imagine Cordelia on her mount fighting another pegasus knight. “The tactic you used on me just now, you carried your momentum for such a heavy swing. And in that small thin area, it produced a lot of force to make me topple over like a turtle.” He would look down at her. “Would you be able to translate that to when your mount makes a wide turn for a wide strike?” He asked. He never really put land combat to air combat.
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