"I would, but you have no rapiers or anything more applicable there," Solomon replied, whipping the foil until it rang. "Foils for play; it's a toy, not a sword." He sighed. "There are times I miss swordsmanship and I don't even like them." He'd always depended on his magic. Not so much that he couldn't use a sword if he had to--but that didn't mean he liked them. He didn't like guns either.

Still, working doggedly through the run made it clear either the discussion or the repetition was sinking in and re-igniting some old muscle memory. (The comment about charging went unargued. Fair was fair.)