This wasn't the first sparring session Orym had had since he'd been here. Ashton had been extremely restless since they'd ended up here, and he'd been doing his best to help his friend relieve that pent up energy in the best way he knew how. Of course, sparring with Ashton was more like throwing himself repeatedly against a brick wall. While he was stubborn enough to keep trying, there was really very little opportunity for him to make a dent in it. There was only so much dodging and parrying could do when one good hit could lay him out flat.
This was going to be different, sword at his side and shield leveled in front of him, Orym nodded at the question, "I imagine that's more important for my protection than yours. Unless you've got some horrific pollen allergies, I'm not going to make much of a dent with spells," He said, circling in front of Eadwulf and squaring up across from him. "Gentleman's bow?" Orym asked with a quirk of smile before sweeping his sword up in front of him and tipping his head down, indicating a mark of respect... At least before he swept forward in a quick lunge.
He didn't expect to actually take Eadwulf off guard with that one. He'd telegraphed it quite readily. But it was a clear signal that he didn't have any intention of holding back.