"You never know!" She grumbled. Anya had always been one of those people to hurt herself with anything. Understandably, from her perspective at least, she was weary of it. She gave him a playful glare when he poked her. "Yes, Sage." She groaned in a jokey military tone. A smile grew on her cheeks as she finally got the hang of it - well, sort of. Once or twice... no, a good few times she had lost grip and almost thrown the knife Sage's way, losing her grip as she added more force to her movements. She grumbled a few apologies, soon enough learning to hold a slightly tighter grip on the handle.

Sage was pretty patient with her, knowing it was odd to her. He finally stepped back with a grin and nodded. "Take a break. We've been doing this for over an hour." He put his dagger away and grinned wider. "We can spar after you rest for a bit. It'll be good, and you've already made a lot of progress." He raised an eyebrow at her. 'and you don't have to apologize. It takes practice."

Anya let out a soft snicker as he watched him grin, before wandering back towards her chair and flopping down. "I can apologize if I want." She huffed sarcastically. She raised a brow at him, "Spar?" She asked with a pout, "What like fight?" Anya tilted her head with a chuckle. It seemed bazaar to her. She knew it was a practice thing, to learn, but it still amused the girl. "Alright. Yeah, it'll be fun."

Sage snorted out a laugh. "Yep. Spar. In other words we whack eachother with small pointy objects and try not to die. But we don't actually use the knives right away, you get a serving spoon." He grinned and waved a large metal and wood spoon in the air. "We're not actually trying to murder each other," he chuckled.

Anya chuckled, looking the spoon up and down, "I reckon you could cause some serious damage with a spoon." She murmured, walking over to him and pinching the metal spoon from his grip, "You know, one good bonk on the head and walla!" She joked, fiddling with it before gently tapping him on the head. She chucked it on the table before sitting back down.

Sage laughed and nodded. "True. But then again you could knock someone out with a pillow if you hit them in the right spot. Heck, you could snap their neck too but that's crazy hard." He grinned at Anya and shrugged before plopping into a chair. "But we won't be hitting each other that hard. Don't be afraid to whack me though." He had a crazy high pain tolerance but this point, and even with the cut and bruises on his side he could take a pretty good hit from her and still be fine.

The girl squinted her eyes at him as he spoke, stifling a laugh, "Sounds like you've had a run at snapping peoples necks with a pillow. How'd that go for you?" She smirked teasingly. In theory, you could hurt someone with a blade of grass if you went at them fast enough. Still, the idea of Anya causing any harm to anyone with anything seemed like a joke. "I'm sure even if I attacked you with everything I've got you'd still be fine." She huffed with an inward smile.

He chuckled and shrugged. "I think you're stronger than you give yourself credit for." He grinned sheepishly. "I gave up on the pillow quite quickly and used a tree branch instead. But more effective when it's you or them." He looked over at the clock and stood up...they had been talking for a while. "Ready?"

Anya nodded, picking up the spoon and pointing it at him, playfully, "Yeah!" She chirped as she hopped up and stood in a slightly cleared space. She found herself amused by the situation. She had come out expecting a walk and now was in the middle of a tavern, getting ready to spar an injured man with a spoon. She looked at Sage with a grin, "Alright! Ready when you are!"

Sage giggled, almost like Lizzie did, and held up his spoon like he would hold his dagger and grinned widely, laughing inside his head at the situation they were in. Never in a million years did he think he would be sparring some rich girl with a spoon who also coincidentally happened to be his employer (or one of them at least) and at the same time his friend. "You just work on defending yourself, k?" He stepped forward and sent a few 'attacks' her way, making sure to go at a slower speed at first.