Arellius Afer III - Above Deck
There was several moments when Arellius thought that nothing was going to happen: a bring orange glow encompassed his entire shoulder, but not for a moment did anything about it feel different. The change in that regard came slowly, leaving him barely even sure when it had started, but satisfied that
something had happened when it had ended: he wasn't sure what until the woman had stepped away and he flexed his shoulder.
He'd almost gasped, but managed to suppress it: it still hurt, but nowhere near as it had before; before he would have been unable to even make the move.
"It work'd." He allowed a small, appreciative purse-lipped smile to follow the exclamation, before returning to his usual look of stern aloofness. He passed the blade to his right hand, raised it slightly, and then passed it back "Guess we can move on then." He took a stance himself; pointing the blade diagonally towards the ground, inclined half-way across his body. "Copy't. That's th'stance y'take when yer waitin' on'em t'make a move."