Lancelot could hold his guard against Sebastian for ten minutes before a powerful roundhouse caught his jaw and sent his body flying into the distance before hitting a steel wall and falling full of sweat while breathing heavily.
"Ha.... damn... that kick was so smooth..." Lancelot smiled brightly as he watched the old man's faint smile while offering a hand to help him up.
"Master, although your swordsmanship is beyond excellent, you forget your perfectly fine limbs like this to form a more flowing and elegant dance with no limitations."
His words were calm, like a summer breeze, causing Lancelot's eyes to dilate as he took the advice from the old man who was teaching him.
'Sure, I sometimes feel that a kick, punch or headbutt would make the dance feel more correct than forcing myself to spin an extra cycle to slash...' Lancelot thought inwardly.
