Athran nodded. "It will do. It's been quite dry, so the ground will be dry enough for us to train." He looked her up and down. "I see you already have some armour on. It's your choice if you want to borrow the chainmail, or not, then. I train without armour."
He gestured her to follow him. "Then let's go. The quicker we are, the more you can learn in a day... With a bit of luck, you will figure out how to hold that metal stick of yours." His lips twisted to a smirk as he pointed at the weapon by her side. Instinctively, he found the way to the field, and begun taking off his armour already on the way.
Eventually, he reached the field. His cape, leather coat, chainmail shirt, tunic, and rest of armour were simply thrown at the fence, while his scimitars and other blades he handled with great care. In the end, he was standing before her only in black boots, trousers, and wide belt, revealing his bare chest, muscles covered by white skin and tracing scars. The only thing her put back on were the bracers that covered half of his forearms, and gauntlets. He unsheathed his sword, and its black blade was glinting in the sunlight as he flashed it in front of himself in a lightning-fast pattern of smooth moves, slowly walking back.