That command brings him back to the cadet yards in Crystal Valley, where he spent what felt like hours holding a wooden blade still while the instructor found and corrected every imperfection in his form and his arm started to go numb. In those days, he even tried to swallow his own snide commentary.

That hadn't stuck, obviously, but the form he studied was drilled in sure enough Nash thought he could probably hit it in his sleep. It's the usual sword stance of Harmonian military training, and if it differs from the stance of the Zexen knights, it isn't by much.