The dim spotlight overhead does little to deter either of you from this challenge. Once your gear was set aside on the wooden floorboards of the theatre's stage and you both are well adjusted, it was clear that there was zero backing out at this point.

You watch as Daryl eyes you keenly through the tresses of his dark mop of hair, ice blue eyes unwavering in their adamant glower. He knows very well that this was just for training purposes. Maybe a bit of fun while he stays in hiding at the Kingdom, seeing as you were the only guard off-duty at the time. But he won't going easy for the sake of fun.

"Don't hold back now, Dixon. I wanna see what you can really do." Your tone is mirthful, harboring an observant eagerness. You know exactly what he's capable of. His strengths, his weaknesses. But you aren't one for chickening out so quick.