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Aro was again practicing, dueling really. When he wasn't busy with females, and polishing his tools, he was dueling. Roath was a great dueling companion, they never went easy on one another, there was no need to. They both threw each other at one another, fighting till they couldn't fight anymore. Parry, dodge, thrust. His body thrown at Roath with all he had his lips drawn up in a snarl as his eyes locked onto his silent partner. Roath equally snarling back, suddenly, Aro smiled and with his signature trip he slid his leg forward and hooked it around Roath's and kicked it back toward himself. Roath went down, he should have known it was coming, he let his focus down on Aro's face, and not on his legs.
Roath went down like a brick and Aro quickly put the point of his sword onto Roath's throat, a deviant grin on his face, "Always be completely aware of your surroundings." He said, then waited for Roath's complete submission...though reluctant and unhappy. He couldn't blame him, and he backed off sheathing his sword. His hand extended to assist his friend up...it was what he was beginning to consider Roath. Roath glared at Aro for a moment, upset at losing, but knew it was bound to happen. Taking his hand he allowed Aro to assist him, and stood, "Stand tall.." He told Roath, and Roath did, "You've gone against a knight...and you've done great." He smiled warmly and brought Roath to him, hugging him close, knowing that when Roath had fallen, his sword was on the ground. Aro knew there were a few plots on his life in the night by Roath, but slowly they were fading away. He was aware most likely why, he felt Aro was keeping him as a slave and if Aro died he would be free...or he'd have to go to Amy...and he was now realizing life was better with Aro, and not Amy...by far.
Aro hugged the male and then let him go, Roath picked up his sword and shealthed in in the holster Aro had made for him. He remembered getting the sword and the holster. He said all cavalier members need a weapon, and being with a knight, one had to have a sword.
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