Your training's been going well on that front, I think. [ Not even going to contradict Tucker's ridiculous cockiness, he'll let him have that much, right now. He's capable and he's been training, hardly a master yet but Wash himself is pretty far from being able to call himself truly proficient at swordplay. He pauses for a moment, considering, and well. Maybe now's a good time as ever. ] Not today, though.
[ He moves towards the other side of the armory, where weapons other than the swords are stored, and in a blink of an eye there's suddenly a knife in his hand, drawn fast enough that unless Tucker was already paying close attention he probably couldn't have seen where Wash had hidden it on him. Wash spins it idly in his hand, head turned just enough to watch Tucker carefully out of the corner of his eye. ]
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[ He moves towards the other side of the armory, where weapons other than the swords are stored, and in a blink of an eye there's suddenly a knife in his hand, drawn fast enough that unless Tucker was already paying close attention he probably couldn't have seen where Wash had hidden it on him. Wash spins it idly in his hand, head turned just enough to watch Tucker carefully out of the corner of his eye. ]
How's your knife work, lately?