Ball watched calmly as Alex lifted the sword up and shifted the metal weapon in an arch. Ball tried to play along with the blade, it was too hard for the pycon to keep the massive weapon in his sight so once more Ball was watching the shadow it casted. The snow reflected the dark shadow a bit to starkly making it hard to concentrate – maybe it was the cold that did it, Ball wasn’t quite sure, but his nexus was registering the blade as a large blocky swatch of darkness looming above him. He tried to shift with it, but the snow shifted with him, unsettling in the bursts of speeds that him and the larger squire were producing.
The cold wasn’t helping him now either, it was biting into his nexus and making him sleepy, his arms were growing heavy and his rapier was dipped downward, his senses and reaction times dulled as the blade slapped Ball on the top of his head before the Pyken artist realized what was going on and he moved before the weight of the weapon alone could crush him. Gasping Ball shook his head and body like a small dog he knew and looked up at Alex.
“We should find one of the training settings with a fireplace and walls. I am getting too chilled to make this work for either of us.” Ball grimaced and tipped his sword to the ground before he nodded and pointed towards one of the wooden blocks that was supposed to be a room or something, a small chimney of stones ushered smoke from it spoke of a fire within. Warmth.