Neverwinter Forest en garde

As they sparred, Goldhawk could not help to be at least a little distracted by the very kingly bearing of this here handsome hulk. He felt oddly as if he were fighting a Lord, though Kieran was not so presumptuous, and was perhaps only accidentally this way. They were well matched, despite Goldhawk's youth and more recent practice, but Kieran's next move caught him off guard, as he'd expected a retaliatory nip, not a shoulder in the chest. So Goldhawk turned and regrouped, forelegs spread wide as he poised himself for another round. How do you do all this with such a bally lot of elegance, sah? he asked with genuine interest, still ready for the next blow.