The club is convenient. We are all there for the same purpose, and have agreed to it. Were I to spar with Felix or Dimitri somewhere else, it may be mistaken for an actual fight.
[And then someone could attempt to intervene, which would be awkward and potentially dangerous for the would-be Good Samaritan, or someone could call for the police. A gym of the more conventional sort might have the facilities for this kind of sparring, but it's a specialized thing that can't be expected in all of them. So going to an already established club, even if it's technically underground, was simpler.]
[The bard's fingers are gentle against his face again. He touches it as though it's a terrible injury, rather than just a bruise. There is something endearing about it-- as though Geralt didn't regularly get worse injuries when he was a boy in training, before he'd gone through any of the Trials.]
A few scrapes and bruises aren't unusual in sparring, either, Jaskier. [Not that Jaskier had ever really had to spar with his fists. He'd only ever had a nobleman's training, fencing with padding and blunted weapons and where the fight was stopped at first touch.] Usually Felix is the one training with me, and he doesn't often leave marks. He's improved.
[There is something almost like pride in his voice there, at the improvement. Though Jaskier undoubtedly has many things to say about Felix's personality, his stubbornness and determination make him an excellent student, and Geralt can't find fault with that.]
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[And then someone could attempt to intervene, which would be awkward and potentially dangerous for the would-be Good Samaritan, or someone could call for the police. A gym of the more conventional sort might have the facilities for this kind of sparring, but it's a specialized thing that can't be expected in all of them. So going to an already established club, even if it's technically underground, was simpler.]
[The bard's fingers are gentle against his face again. He touches it as though it's a terrible injury, rather than just a bruise. There is something endearing about it-- as though Geralt didn't regularly get worse injuries when he was a boy in training, before he'd gone through any of the Trials.]
A few scrapes and bruises aren't unusual in sparring, either, Jaskier. [Not that Jaskier had ever really had to spar with his fists. He'd only ever had a nobleman's training, fencing with padding and blunted weapons and where the fight was stopped at first touch.] Usually Felix is the one training with me, and he doesn't often leave marks. He's improved.
[There is something almost like pride in his voice there, at the improvement. Though Jaskier undoubtedly has many things to say about Felix's personality, his stubbornness and determination make him an excellent student, and Geralt can't find fault with that.]