"Oh really, what are you thinking?" Astrid asked as she stopped beside the table. "I'm willing to help you get there, if it doesn't seem feasible yet."

Rosaline said "AH! Maybe experiment was the wrong word. However, do you have a style of clothing that you prefer then?"

Reyna straightened herself up "I think I went a little to hard on the swings already."

Mira took it carefully and immediately felt the weight in her wrist, wincing as she had to take hold with two hands. "Definitely heavy. Do you think it's an okay choice? I like that it's stronger but not so big I have to use two hands."

Sorrel looked unimpressed. "Strength behind a swing isn't everything, I know that Astrid has taught you that," he said. "Being able to keep swinging, however, is crucial. A street urchin can still hurt people with a weak swing so long as he can keep swinging it. Focusing on strength instead of technique will ruin your basics. Have you been listening to Astrid at all?" He normally wouldn't lecture another apprentice, but he had heard most of this from Astrid herself, so he didn't feel as bad repeating it to Reyna.

"Not that I can remember, but I don't think that I like to stand out," Eleanor said. "Soft? Maybe? I don't know."

"They're certainly effective, I use one myself." Astrid agreed, patting the sheathed one resting at her side. "I think you'll grow into it in time, especially once you start getting stronger. For now we can work on basics with a shortsword, and transition you into using a broadsword once I think you're physically ready for it."

Reyna blinked a bit as she stood their in utter confusion. What did she do wrong?

Rosaline said "You'll adapt quickly" reassuring her. "It's instinct, I'll give you the first few days might be a slight struggle, but by the end of the week this will be second nature to you."

Sorrel rolled his shoulders and just grabbed his wraps with force, wrapping them quickly and haphazardly while he stormed over to the brawler dummies. He tries for once to overtly go out of his way to help one of the other apprentices and she has to be a daft bitch about it and talk to him like she knows fucking best. Rage rippled under his skin as he tied the knot tight and just slammed his fist into the dummy before going at his routine. He couldn't really hear it over the roar of blood in his ears, but the sound of fist hitting the dummy was loud enough for the sound to carry.

"Um," Mira hesitated, glancing over at Sorrel, before looking back to Astrid. "I didn't know if we should each specialize in unique weapons or not, since no one else has any overlap," she said, not wanting to throw Sophie under the bus completely.

"Guess I have to," Eleanor said quietly.

Astrid mentally noted the sound and need to check on Sorrel later, but kept her eyes on Mira the entire time. "Ah, well that's purely coincidental. Nobody ever really tried to specialize in the same weapon as someone else, but you're likely to both feel some competitiveness if overlap occurs. It's not a problem, though."

Seeing the force behind the strikes of Sorrel's routine, Reyna paused as she was starting to slowly pick up just what Sorrel was talking about. His strikes were powerful but he was being careful. He was pacing himself. That's all he was telling her, was to pace herself. Reyna facepalmed feeling so stupid that she couldn't get advice that simple! He even flat out told her and it still went over her head.

“Not for me,” Mira said, shaking her head. “That life’s…mostly behind me now. I don’t consider myself a noble anymore.”

Sorrel’s wraps had come undone at this point, and he took a moment to re-wrap them in frustration, tighter than he usually did. It was tight enough that, had he’d actually been paying attention to it, it hurt. Not wanting to leave a long enough moment to be disturbed though, he did it quickly and returned to what he was doing.

"If it's causing problems I can ask her about it, but it's good to hear you're moving on to what's ahead." She grabbed the shortsword off the table, a legitimate sword, holding it out to Mira while taking the broadsword back. "Take a moment to get a feel for the weight of this, be careful with the edge even if it's dulled, while I go take a minute to check on the others."

Reyna corrected herself again to keep pacing herself. She kept calm and kept her focus. She could not zone out this time. In a real fight, she won't get the chance to do that, so she shouldn't during training too.