
Warren's time spent kneeling before an anvil was something he was proud of. He'd never be able to put his name to a product or sell it for anything resembling an impressive price, but his ability to maintain his arms and armor was something he was proud of. Regarding his offensively large ceremonial weapon he was proud of the skills he'd aped from watching Howl at work; The finery of the blade were beyond his ability and he did his best to follow the leafing and patterns but his true ability was only in restoring the blade and balance.
Warren drew himself back to his feet and took a fair few steps out from under the tree. His protoge-of-sorts was prepared for the next round and he wanted to make sure they had room to play in.
"If you can't be talked out of it, I suppose I'll have to keep at this then." He grinned and drew his weapon with his back to Chachanji, turning and pointing the dulled tip of the wooden practice weapon at his charge with feigned determination. "Then let's see what you've got! Come at me with everything you think you've learned, son of Gegenji!"
Warren settled in behind his shield, emboldened by the attitude of the lalafell. He was pleased to see him rise above the wave of concern and worry, and Warren's role was far from over.
Warren drew himself back to his feet and took a fair few steps out from under the tree. His protoge-of-sorts was prepared for the next round and he wanted to make sure they had room to play in.
"If you can't be talked out of it, I suppose I'll have to keep at this then." He grinned and drew his weapon with his back to Chachanji, turning and pointing the dulled tip of the wooden practice weapon at his charge with feigned determination. "Then let's see what you've got! Come at me with everything you think you've learned, son of Gegenji!"
Warren settled in behind his shield, emboldened by the attitude of the lalafell. He was pleased to see him rise above the wave of concern and worry, and Warren's role was far from over.