[all that byleth does at the returning jabs is smile, never uttering a word. dimitri speaks the truth that he has grown much stronger, but she has also seen him when he fights and has been able to see the errors that leave him open and vulnerable.]
[she, too, takes a sword from the rack and puts down the items on her person that would otherwise detract from her movements.]
Yes, let's see.
[these are the words she offers him before they begin their training. she takes a moment to give him a few pointers on his stance, on his hold of the sword, and the general movements he implements when swinging the blade. soon enough it is time for them to spar, and although a lot more challenging than five years ago, it sure looks like...]
[...dimitri is with his back on the ground, the training sword's tip at his throat, and byleth's boot on his chest.]
[she breathes heavily from the exertion, looking down at him with a sly, little smile.]
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[she, too, takes a sword from the rack and puts down the items on her person that would otherwise detract from her movements.]
Yes, let's see.
[these are the words she offers him before they begin their training. she takes a moment to give him a few pointers on his stance, on his hold of the sword, and the general movements he implements when swinging the blade. soon enough it is time for them to spar, and although a lot more challenging than five years ago, it sure looks like...]
[...dimitri is with his back on the ground, the training sword's tip at his throat, and byleth's boot on his chest.]
[she breathes heavily from the exertion, looking down at him with a sly, little smile.]
Do you concede defeat?