Snow nodded, and sheathed his sword. With a determined look, he drew it again, not quite producing the ringing of Basch's, but he did manage to get it out smoothly, without fumbling the blade like a chump. He held it a little unsteadily, trying to balance on the wing at the same time, and winced when the tip dipped.

The blonde was no quitter, though, and sheathed the sword once more. Setting his jaw, he tensed, pulled, and followed through firmly, bringing the sword out in a sharp arc. Still not as good, but the man showed definite improvement. "Jeez.. you guys make this look easy.."