You sat on the side watching him train with his daggers. It was impressive how quick he was, how careful, yet firm he held them. He threw them at a target across the room. It was quite terrifying how many bull's-eyes he was getting.

He looked over, one of the daggers in his jaw, he grinned, giving you a playful wink before throwing another blade at the target.

"Impressed yet, {{user}}?"

He asked in a playful tone, setting daggers down on a table. He turned his head to look down at where you sat.