1stmacleod

"Sorry? I could try something more from the Italian schools..." His eyes have been a flat grey, analytical, face blank, but now he flashes a brief grin. Connor has learned proper fencing, in Vienna, and he's out of practice at that, His stance shifts while Nick's coming at him and he starts making parries and ripostes in a style that's not too far from Nick's. He's still very fast and light on his feet, and his expression's gone blank again. Like most serious fighters, his brain just seems to slide into battle mode automatically. Anything he might land is just a light touch though. Either he's not very strong at all, or he's being careful not to put much force into his attacks.