Marcus crosses his arms, surprised that the knight had kept the scarf on his face. "Scarf off Timothy, or are you afraid you might catch cold?" His voice held no malice but quite a bit of scorn that most of the men joked and prodded each other with. "Good deflect, Rogier watch for his blindside!" this last was mentioned toward Timothy's partner.<br/><br/>When Rogier got a kick in, and managed to outmanuver the other, Marcus signaled with his weathered hand for Rogier to be dismissed. "Its odd that you do not use your shield Knight. The shield would have, if held properly, been able to deflect that kick that you never even saw coming..." Moving behind Timothy, Marcus lays a light hand on the others forarm, surprised at how smooth and soft the flesh there was. Yet there was only that slight hesitation before he was sliding the shield on the soldier's back towards his other arm.<br/><br/>"You must learn to use both in tandem. Sure, two handed strikes are more powerful, but they are clumsy. It is the dexterity to wield two objects that win the battles. Your shield can save your life, and can even be a weapon in the right circumstances." His voice was firm but gentle, at once gritty but flowing. He hoped that the surprise of how slight this man's body was did nto appear on his face. He had known small men, but in his line of work it is generally the brawny large ones who made it this far.