[It's then he turns to face them, his own practice sword in his hand. Roy had never been particularly clumsy, but he moves effortlessly with that sword (even if it was an imitation), and he slides into a basic fencing stance as if it were second nature. One foot ahead, one in the back, heels a footlength apart and forming a 90 degree angle otherwise. Very generic fencing stance, except for the fact Roy suddenly lifts his sword up to hold an arm's length away from himself.
A remnant from his old style, it seems.]
I don't know what kind of fencing style I knew back....[Pause.] then, but I can't really place an equivalent. It just seems to be a mixture.
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Roy just makes a thoughtful hum in response.]
Just make sure it's a sturdy stick.
[It's then he turns to face them, his own practice sword in his hand. Roy had never been particularly clumsy, but he moves effortlessly with that sword (even if it was an imitation), and he slides into a basic fencing stance as if it were second nature. One foot ahead, one in the back, heels a footlength apart and forming a 90 degree angle otherwise. Very generic fencing stance, except for the fact Roy suddenly lifts his sword up to hold an arm's length away from himself.
A remnant from his old style, it seems.]
I don't know what kind of fencing style I knew back....[Pause.] then, but I can't really place an equivalent. It just seems to be a mixture.
[He has done some research.]