Cassandra is working a bag when he comes in, her gloved fists meeting the
leather over and over in sharp, quick blows, occasionally broken by a kick.
When she sees movement in her peripheral vision, she pauses.
And smirks.
"You can just hold a scabbard in your hand like a regular person, you know
that, right?"
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Cassandra is working a bag when he comes in, her gloved fists meeting the leather over and over in sharp, quick blows, occasionally broken by a kick. When she sees movement in her peripheral vision, she pauses.
And smirks.
"You can just hold a scabbard in your hand like a regular person, you know that, right?"