Nyx felt a similar underlying impatience because he was so used to being the expert at the weapon he was using. Still, the way his muscles felt as he moved the lance brought him pleasure. Something new to try, without looming war and potential death to draw him from just enjoying the process of learning.

"I usually use two blades so having both hands occupied is something I'm used to but usually.. more independent from one another, you know?" He shows what he means by gripping the lance the way they had been shown.

"Still, not like I haven't wanted to learn. Just never had time to, what with the whole... war thing and all back home."

A little flippant of a reference but Nyx had ended his part in the war. He couldn't go back.