"Control and timing, I keep saying it, Luca."
"No, you say—control, finesse and timing."
"Oh—I omitted finesse, but even tho—wait. You've actually been listening all this while? Then why the hell don't you implement it?!"
Luca dropped to one knee and raised his foil with both hands like it was some sacred relic. His expression was solemn, though the sarcasm bled through his tone. "Forgive me, oh wise sensei, if my pitiful beginner's hands can't yet wield the divine art you've spent a decade perfecting," he hissed.
Adrian rolled his eyes and stepped forward, lifting his foot and flicking Luca's foil into the air with a swift tap of his toe. The blade spun up and the lights in the room caught its well-crafted length.
Adrian then smoothly caught it mid-air with his free hand.
Luca looked up, surprised and completely baffled. He had fenced with Adrian countless times, he knew he was very good, but he had never seen him do that.
