He was curious about his master's time as a mortal, and was about to ask, but then Carrick stepped over to the dummy and gave him the lesson he had had more often than he could count. He took a few steps back, hauling off to strike, then jumped forward again and, with a grunt, thrust the sword forcefully into the spot that would have been its liver. He grinned in triumph, the unfamiliar sword having almost slipped from his hand.
He then froze for a moment, before bracing a foot against the dummy and quickly pulling the sword out. Marvin had sometimes beaten him silly when he used excessive force, while training with a dummy, having been worried about the conditions of the older swords. “Sorry.” he muttered, giving his master a small, apologetic smile. “It's.. I got carried away.”