When Verdant arrived with his sword, Oliver played with that too, as he tried to process all that he had learned since truly considering it last. Before, in the mountains, when he'd developed a new skill, it had been the result of extensive thinking, extensive experimentation. Now he had all the experience gained from battle to augment that thinking.
He translated the flow that he had picked up on into logical thought. He felt the balance of his blade, as he shifted from one stance to the next, in the poison water style, going from trickster, to hero, to monster. The shifts were swift, and they were exciting, and he moved with explosive danger.
