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A useful part of being in a kingdom that has faced a great many threats over the years is that the armory in Belisaere is well organized. He's spent the last few days deep in it because he has an idea about the scale armor that everyone wears but needs to find some early examples in it. Milliways appears instead of the door to another area like he was expecting and he smiles, he could do with some food and a rest.

Since its always best to be safe and there's a dinner later, he's in his surcoat with his sword by his side though his surcoat has picked up some dust and flaking rust. At the counter, he sits down to order some spiced wine and bread and cheese before turning around to see if anyone he knows is around.

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Sam spots him looking around and hands him a belt and sheath, "Here."

Then starts back towards the door they came in through.

"Oh hey, thanks Sam."

Robin grabs the belt and sheathes the sword before tying the belt around his hips, letting it sit comfortably.

This means he is wearing two belts, neither actually holding up his pants, but as the other is being worn over his shoulder like a bandolier under his sweater, he doesn't think it's worth mentioning.

He follows Sam back through to the bar.

Nothing about his look is odd to Sam as his mother and aunt both routinely wear a bandolier of belts along with swords.

Sam goes through the Bar and outside to where the pells are since there's an area of ground that's been tamped down, "This should work."

"Yeah, I see people training out here all the time."

Robin rolls his shoulder back to loosen them up before drawing his sword. As the sword in question feels more similar to a backsword than anything else he's trained with, he adopts a classical fencing stance, and salutes Sameth with the blade.

Before getting started, Sam takes off his surcoat in an attempt to not get it any dirtier, then draws his sword. His stance reflects the weight of his sword and he salutes Robin.

Robin keeps up a solemn expression for all of two seconds, before he suddenly breaks out into a grin and lunges forward. His form, he hopes, is good enough for a Bat.

Its good form and Sameth blocks the lunge with a smile before moving on the offensive with a series of quick slashes using his height and weight to try and bear down on Robin.

Everyone and anyone has height and weight on Robin, so he's good with defending against this. Ridiculously light on his feet, quick and agile, he darts back away from the slashes, blocking where he needs to.

He's been learning this style for years now, and he's had one of the best teachers in the world, but he's still not got the specialist ability that Sameth has, and he's soon back to relying on his agility more than his skill.

His speed has Sameth reconsidering some of his attacks and he backs off slightly to see how Robin might attack.

He was raised in a world where anyone and anything might kill him so he still presses just slower as Robin is fast.

Robin attacks like he defends: quick and light and with almost perfect technique. He watches Sameth's technique, and tries as well as he can to adpat and match it.

After a few minutes, and a few close calls, his smile disappears, replaced by an expression of intense concentration.

When he attacks, Sameth grows grimmer as they keep fighting, Robin knows what he's doing.

That's the problem, when it comes down to it. Robin knows what he's doing, but he doesn't feel it, the way he feels moving through a city, the way he feels batarangs and grapple lines and eskrima. Sameth scores the first touch, and Robin works hard to prove his own prowess, and to win a few more after that.

By the time they're finished, Robin is soaked in sweat, but his frown eventually breaks down to reveal a smile flushed from the effort.

"Okay, that was great."

Sam laughs as he sheathes his sword, "Thank you."

As soon as his own sword is sheathed, Robin doubles over, hands on his knees as he chases his breath. After a few more seconds he straightens, grinning brightly at Sameth.

"We're doing that again, right? Next week?"