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He smiled meekly as Skye seemed to approved his reply, and became a little more hopeful. This was, after all, his mother; she knew him better than anyone else, and if she was certain enough that he was teachable, he supposed he could try. If it had been anyone else, he would have been more than halfhearted if not entirely unwilling. It was not necessarily that he believed that fighting in general was foolish, though he did think that way, he was more worried that he would just make a joke of himself. He knew little to nothing when it came to those kinds of things.
It was terribly obvious that he lacked any finesse as the woman changed the way he held the dagger, and he held onto the hilt more like she did. It felt less awkward, but the blade was still foreign to him. But, he pushed it out of mind as he watched the leader leap forward and hack at an unseen force. Just as quick, she stepped back, and Robert thought it seemed easy enough when he watched her do it. With a nod, he stood still for a moment, and tensed his legs before he sprung into the open air.
Admittedly, it was far from graceful. His start was as fast as Skye's, but when he started swinging around the knife, he felt a bit silly and lost some focus. Thus, when he stepped back, instead of retreating as quick as he came, he stumbled and had to keep himself from falling onto his backside. He steadied himself once he regained his balance, and pulled himself to his full height with a half smile on his face, though his furrowed brows spoke how annoyed he was. "That could have went more swimmingly," he murmured under his breath, more to himself than to Skye.
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