Swashbuckling

*Sinbhad takes his time, he strides into the middle of his field and inhales deeply. It was a frustrated and harrowed breath, all his power but he could barely swing at jack-shit and this subtly enraged him to no end. Losing to Raddu mildly dented his pride, he knew his second mate was strong but he was the Captain, clenching his blade he'd stab it into the ground and cross his arms, thinking of any possible way to finally nail a few more perilous hits in.

He thought back to his youth aboard some star freighters in his pre-teenaged years, their shoddy and brely running engines kept things rocky. He'd always slip and fall while mopping and miss the grime on-board, that is until he finally perfected a way of standing, a stance even in which the lean and the tow of the rickety spaceship would no longer mess with the flow of his mopping.

He hated those memories but in this state of self-reflection it was the past that truly pave d the way to the future and the Pirate captain would set his feet  bit diagonally, a southpaw of regular standing that looked as if he'd be holding a broom but setting his hands into a bit of a claw like when he pulled off his pressure punch it slowly came together.

[Common] "That's....no, like this? Fuck...no..this was definately it." He'd state picking up his blade and then swinging low, addddig additional footing akin to his youth, while seamlessly integrating it into how he'd swing in the present. He'd be at it for at least a week straight before finally resting as sweat covered him and he was left in a smirk of grime and relief, ale Zakura, and his newborn the only things keeping him from drowning in fatigue.

[Common] "Phew...scant-work."*