[Yuan looks back toward Zelos, and for the briefest flicker of a second his expression is something warm before it's forbidding again.]
[He takes the offered sword with the slightest of bows, more of respect for the weapon than the man passing it to him, and he tests its weight thoughtfully. Light by his standards, but he is used to his Swallow, and he still knows well enough how to use a simple sword. It's well-beaten into his habits by now.]
[The one decision he needs to make is about which hand to use, and he passes the sword between his hands consideringly. When he was younger his right was stronger, and while that preference is more or less gone through years of practice with a dual-handed weapon, if he feels around the instinct to draw right-first is still there. To be obstinate, Yuan settles with the sword in his left hand, and drops back into a peculiarly open stance, sword low in the hand by his side though the tip remains pointed toward Nethan.]
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[He takes the offered sword with the slightest of bows, more of respect for the weapon than the man passing it to him, and he tests its weight thoughtfully. Light by his standards, but he is used to his Swallow, and he still knows well enough how to use a simple sword. It's well-beaten into his habits by now.]
[The one decision he needs to make is about which hand to use, and he passes the sword between his hands consideringly. When he was younger his right was stronger, and while that preference is more or less gone through years of practice with a dual-handed weapon, if he feels around the instinct to draw right-first is still there. To be obstinate, Yuan settles with the sword in his left hand, and drops back into a peculiarly open stance, sword low in the hand by his side though the tip remains pointed toward Nethan.]
As you will, then.