The sound of nicked and dented metal grating against each other heard over that of the boots crunching upon the craggy soil of the training grounds. Cassius grunted as he parried an attack, his blade interlocking with another whilst they continued to engage in combat. The unrivaled Lord of Fayedon dug his heels into the soil, before easily shoving the man back with the broad metal of his sword.
Swinging the training weapon around to face the next opponent that charged forward, it was like this that he was able to distract himself for a few hours each day. Administrative work, proving to be infrequent in a fiefdom possessing minimal resources and of no political consequence to the country, Cassius had come to find other diversions during the days Aribelle did not occupy the Castle. The fortress just an empty shell without her aura there to fill it, Cassius slotted in the time for menial paperwork between sessions with Marten and the training grounds.
