Will jumped, and swung his staff to tap Tuck's exposed shoulder on the follow through. As they fought back and forth across the ground, the tap-tap-tap of the staves colliding echoing in the air, Will couldn't help admiring how far along Tuck had come lately. He'd seen Tuck practicing of course, but he hadn't paid enough attention to how focused he'd apparently gotten. And fit. Definitely fit. Will was fit too, but his muscles were cold and he'd had a wine with dinner, and it showed as he began to make mistakes and Tuck got him on the back foot, defending and reacting instead of making the moves.
And then with a one-two-three, Tuck's staff rapped Will right across the knuckles, making him yelp, then in the back of the knee, making it buckle underneath him, and then his own staff was being held across his chest to pin him to the ground. Will blinked up at the stars that had been winking into existence in the sky above as the sun finally set, panting for breath. "...y'been practising," he puffed, a grin still on his face.