Any man could catch a bo without looking, but not any man could do what Loras saw next. This was not the man who'd walked into his practice room earlier. This was not the almost tentative man who did not know what he wanted. This was someone completely different, and Loras was sure he'd been fucked with.
It didn't matter, though. Obi was utterly mesmerizing, all twisting and turning with the bo moving around him like a blurred extension of his body. It was so fluid that Loras wasn't sure where Obi ended and the weapon began. It belonged in Obi's hand.
When Obi stopped, Loras removed his own shirt on a whim and tossed it to the mat. "I don't have to teach you a damn thing," he said, then put his own bo up at guard. "Come on," he challenged. A stupid decision, to be sure, but Loras was good with a staff. He was good with a sword, but he was better at this and he wanted to play.