[Prepared? Not precisely, but the prince is nothing if not adaptable. Their lances ring as they clash, and the two dragoons hover there for a moment before gravity demands its absolute dominion once more. She may sense the air move, stirred by drawn Aether, as he propels himself in an elusive leap, backflipping away, landing hard on one knee, using his halberd as support.
But he's smirking.]
Impressive. You are well-trained. [And, after rising.] In Dragoon arts.
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But he's smirking.]
Impressive. You are well-trained. [And, after rising.] In Dragoon arts.