It was only recently that Kirk had taken to coming around to the sparring grounds. It wasn't that he was shy, it was just most of the time he saw people with rather sharp objects practicing, or groups, and he had though it wiser to keep out of their way than intrude. He would watch now and then, though, but otherwise seemed content to take his lessons from Sam. Which had been stalled in the past few weeks thanks to the sickness that had swept through Skyhold.

He had come at a time when he didn't think anyone would be around, snagging a dummy for his own and using it for a rather different type of sparring - hand-to-hand. He had worked up a good sweat when Blackwall came out, pausing in order to watch him. While he might not have the skills him, he found sword fighting to be a rather entrancing thing to watch. Not to mention it was a good enough reason to take a short break.

"Your style got a name?" he called to Blackwall, hands on hips as he panted, both hands wrapped in bandages.