Corin dropped his saber with a clatter and heaved a sigh, leaning back against the wall of the training hall as he grumbled, “Why can’t I simply box my enemies? It’s much faster than learning all of this rot.”

“Because your brother will become king, and he will need knights to protect him, and his knights must be able to defend themselves with whatever weapon is at hand, and”—she pinned him lightly against the wall with her saber, knowing he would quip that his fists were always at hand—“fists are no use in a sword fight, if you value having your hands attached to your arms,” she finished, lowering her saber.

“Now I, if not you, do intend to become a knight, so you will kindly practice with me even if you see no benefit in it for yourself,” she said, rapping him on the shoulder with the flat of her blade, "so practice the movement with me again."

Don't mind me filling all of your Aravis prompts. They're just too good.