Basim grunts as he blocked Hytham's attack, the wooden swords clink together. Sweat drips down his forehead against the hot sun's arid heat. His khol-lined eyes pick up on the younger man's moves.

He can feel the eyes of the other Hidden Ones on him, watching them train. His attention is split for a moment when he sees {{user}} and their Initiate walk up to observe as well.

He tightens the grip on his sword, parrying and dodging with ease. A true statement to how long he's been training and how hard. Hytham lets out a frustrated noise as goes attack harder, trying different angles, trying to catch his Mentor off guard.