ic; The man he introduces himself to nods politely, and begins to explain the memberships for the club (i really can't be bothered to type it all again!)
ic; The man smiled and replied.
Certainly my lady. If you will please follow me?
ic; Each time the baron (less confussing than refering to you by name!) made a cut or thrust, he seemed to find that Tom wasn't there to take it. Effortlessly moving to one side or another Tom rarely even used his blade to block, only every lightly touching the attacking sword to parry if needed. After several moments of this, while his opponent wore himself out somewhat, Tom switched styles, allowing his training in Falrey rather than York to take over. All of a sudden Tom let loose a direct, and very strong attack. Slapping the suprised Baron with the flat of his sword and knocking him to his feet. In a real sword fight it was more than possible that the barons shoulders would have been cut from his body, but with the blunted weapons he simply went flying. Backing off Tom waits for him to regain his feet.