A small smile spread over Ocieros' face as he tried to think of what they were going to practice today. His times at war were different from the struggles she'd face if she were to be attacked. And she'd shown a lot of progress with her short sword, but she was still such a tiny young woman. Some of the men he'd fought with wouldn't even need to fight her to kill her, they'd be able to squash the poor thing by sitting on her. Thinking back to it, he had fond memories of fighting besides some of those men. Even with his title, he'd never forget the time Earthquake tackled a horse, rider and all. But these little practices were much more calm than war, and it was something he was thankful for. It was an odd outlet, something that let him use his skill set, but without the blood.<br/><br/>The short sword only laid a ways away, he'd struck it into the ground point first while she was away so he could fetch his hammer. The blunt end was useful for tripping her up he found. And it was something he liked to use often. He always stressed the importance of her stance, seeing as such a tiny target would always need to make sure she was the sturdier of the two fighting. Watching him at the arena seemed to give her some inspiration sometimes. It was a good exercise for him too. She learned very quickly and wasn't one to shy away from fighting dirty, which gave him every opportunity to learn to defend from it. By now, he was almost used to the dirt she would throw in his eyes. It was good of her though, the slightest trick might be a life or death situation for her.<br/><br/>"Go ahead and pick that up. But with your other hand today. Some people fight like you do, so you might get caught in a situation with one arm. I'll just block with one hand too, just to make it fair." His bulk was noticeable, but he wasn't the behemoth most people who wielded these hammers were. He handled it well though, years of training making the massive weight feel like an extension to his own body. As they sparred, he'd talked about his day, and ask her how hers had went. He'd actually been itching to use his hammer as well. "So, what would you think about going to the arena tomorrow? Old grey beard doesn't need me at the forge tomorrow."