Sharpen the Steel II

In a flurry of activity, Artorias soon is no longer the sole occupant of the room. Paws thud and clatter across the stone floor as his niece comes charging into the dojo like a bat out of hell, almost colliding with one of the training dummies on her way up to him. Her enthusiasm is infectious and brings a toothy grin to the master swordsman's face, a hearty chuckle rumbling in the dire brute's chest. "Indeed you are! Welcome to the dojo, Callie! Here, we mold aspiring young wolves like yourself into fierce Knights with a mastery of armed combat." Turning a knowing grin to his niece, the Aegis asked, "Are you ready to begin your training, young Knight?"

Not waiting for Callie's response since he already knew what her eager answer would be, Artorias bent down to gather up the two wooden swords and passed one towards Caladia. The weight of the wood sword would likely be a surprise to her if she had been training with a wooden sword with Fern. This would help Artorias gauge just how much experience Callie had and where he had to start with her. Once Callie had taken the training weapon from him, Art picked up his own, holding it aloft easily from his years of experience. If anything, the wooden blade felt exceptionally light compared to the heft of Embershard! "Tell me what training you and your mother have been doing so far," he asked the mottled young fae, ready to get right into her training.

"Artorias Carpathius"