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Timothy stood above Anna's prone form for a moment. If she was an enemy it was the perfect moment to bring the scimitar down. Through her chest, neck or into her already damaged features. Instead he felt somewhat foolish, collapsing to a seat next to her. His breathing was a little heavy and he calmed it, wiping away a little perspiration from his forehead. He looked down at her, somewhat concerned for she seemed a little stunned. He had realized his attempt was flawed even as he began to move in. She was good enough to counter it but missed the chance. Perhaps he had surprised her but she had seemed to falter. Either way it was nothing to be proud of. He looked around at her question, worrying even more. He hoped the fall had't intensified her bump from earlier.

"No, its just us." His voice showed he didn't understand why she asked, perhaps she thought their time was up. Although Timothy didn't feel he would have been any more attentive then her. "Sorry, I suppose. I've always learnt to take any advantage I could in a fight. You're better than me by far but you can't deny a blind spot is an advantage." He paused, not mentioning that he thought she faltered. He didn't know the state of her self confidence, typically he figured it would be fine. Yet with the experience with her father he wasn't about to point out mistakes. Looking back at Anna he grinned, letting the situation lighten, so many concerns washed away in the memories of the fight. "You know you look as surprised as Jones when I managed to beat him. I told you that before. It was something like this, a fight on a training mat with blades. He had beaten me every time so I requested one last fight without weapons or padding. Both of us were hardly able to move by the end of it but I put him to the floor first. He had a similar look, just before he blacked out. Suffice it to say it was a private matter and none of the instructors were all to happy." His grin dropped away from his lips but he forced himself to dwell on the past, before the disasters occurred. Sharing memories with a friend, with Anna, was a small taste of freedom and peace.
"You have any times like that? Or do you want to fight again?"