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Brutus grinned when he caught sight of Cashmere’s face turning red, and he shook his head a little, turning his attention back to Clauden and focusing on him, since Cashmere and Orchid were talking. “You guess? Seriously, you should give the guys who make them for the training center a lesson. I like these ones a lot more,” he paused, looking down at the sword and gripping the handle in his left hand. “Alright, if you say so. But only if you show me what you can do to the dummies after I’m done with this one,” he took the sword, easily slicing off the arms. A stab where the heart would be. Another one to where the left long would be, and yet another through the sternum. He continued like this for a moment or two, before the dummy looked butchered, and he took a step back, blinking. “Well. There ya go. Your turn, Clauden,” he said with a small smile. 

Cashmere watched him grin and held up her fist, which symbolized the fact that his face could be purple, and accompanied it with a funny face. Clauden, on the other hand, continued to be stunned. “Really? You think so? And with what weapon? I can’t really show you my fencing on a dummy, even if it is my strong point,” he said, his head nodding slightly. Clauden took a step back as his jaw dropped in astonishment. He was truly amazed. “M-my turn?” he stumbled. Cashmere had to hold back a laugh at her brother’s reaction; it wasn’t that big of a deal to her.