Cor. Surprise of surprises, but the expression only briefly flashed across his face before it was replaced by his familiar semi-scowl. They’d been friends long enough, however, that the younger warrior would see in Clarus’s eyes that he was pleased to see his subordinate, if only to have a familiar face about.

“How long has it been since we sparred?” He asked, amused that the Immortal, of all people, should be in the place he thought might be the afterlife. “I’ll start easy. We’ll see if you can still keep up with me.” He could, of course he could, but taunting and teasing had always been half the fun where Cor was involved.

He raised his sword in response, widening his stance and angling his body just so to give him a strong first thrust or stroke. Which would be impossible to tell, even for someone experienced with Clarus’s fighting style as Cor was.