[The clash of weapon against weapon, the ringing of steel (or whatever Ahrah is made out of!), the feeling of recoil down the blade and into his palms -- the soul of Cassius within him revels at the thrill. Even just as a spar, this feels good. No, great.]
[Throwing himself forward, Dust half-dives, half-rolls to Saber's other side, rising with a backhand arc. He's no weakling, but now she gets to see that his battles rely on speed and athleticism even more so.]
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[Throwing himself forward, Dust half-dives, half-rolls to Saber's other side, rising with a backhand arc. He's no weakling, but now she gets to see that his battles rely on speed and athleticism even more so.]