Chrohn didn't expect Vanessa to appear behind him, and he definitely didn't expect to get smacked, but it was what was. To some extent the blonde felt he deserved it, but on the other hand, Chrohn felt his actions in ending the fight were justified. If he was to talk it out with V later, it would be when immediate, post-battle tensions were nil. Otherwise, Chrohn felt this training session had been plenty rewarding for learning how to better himself and how to cover for his weaknesses.

I need a shield, he thought, but with his current equipment loadout, he'd be overloaded and would be reducing his overall combat capabilities if he were to adopt a shield. I guess I could continue to use my sword, I'd just need to work on getting a better grip. The fight was also a win for Chrohn in a different sense, as he was able to successfully live-test the effects Andromeda Alpha. Aside from these points, the stargazer couldn't really figure out any other things that he needed to immediately work on.

With that, he took note of his sparring partner exclaiming her need for her sword and equipment. "Righty-O," Chrohn mumbled softly to himself, jogging over to the sword in the wall as he did so. Can I pull out the mighty sword, and become the ruler of this kingdom, Chrohn thought as he chuckled. With a sigh, he exhaled as he grasped the handle of the sword in his gauntlet glad hands. Before he started the pulling, Chrohn activated the gravity dust embedded in his hands once more, adding weight to his arms to give them a stronger pulling force. "Here....I....go," the fighter said between pulls. The sword seemed to be pretty stuck into the wall, but he wasn't going to give up.

It was with the strong pull using both hands that Chrohn managed to pull the sword from the wall, staggering back onto his rear as he did so as he caused the wing pack to crash and clutter onto the ground. "I guess I can carry these to the infirmary while Ciela's given the princess treatment," he said, picking up the wing pack, as he hoisted it over his shoulder in one swift motion.

“Let’s be honest here, you will not win a fight with me. It'd a fools erand starting a task you know you won't finish.” He said continuing to pass the stone across the edge, “But if it really stings your pride so, seek me out later, I’ll allow it. You’ve the rough workings of a real fighter in you, perhaps with enough time and effort, and some measure of private tutelage… Well, wouldn’t you like to find out for yourself?”