Season of Summer, Day 63, 513 AV
Jantys cleared his throat, trying to show a calm demeanor, remembering to keep good posture in his heavy armor as he stood in the Training Grounds. He had been training by himself, but according to the knights, he wasn't making 'efficient progress'. He, quite simply, needed help to learn more. They suggested he get into a few duels, and get a taste of a true battle.
Which made Jantys pretty petching nervous. He had gotten into scrapes before, plenty of them, but he didn't want to embarrass himself anymore. Still, it was inevitable, and it's not like they expected much out of him anyways; he was an overweight, aging man in the armor of the young and fit. He would have to do it eventually, he told himself, and they were right; it WAS the best way to improve his skills. So get off your petching ass and do it!
Summoning his courage, not exactly looking where he was going (or even sure what he was doing), he turns, drawing his blade, and points at an utterly random part of the Training Grounds. "I challenge you to a spar!" His voice is surprisingly steady. Surprising to Jantys, at least, who takes some small amount of courage from it, trying not to look nervous. You're a grown man, so prepare to fight like one you sissy. Then he actually opens his eyes to see who, if anyone, he was looking at. Wouldn't it be my luck if I pointed at a wall? Or a senior knight? Which would be worse?