"Hm... from what I can tell there isn't much I can teach you about the sword." Willson says in deep thought "Brute force will get you pretty far, but someone quicker might get the drop on you."

"You won't be able to block and punch your way through everything. Why don't you try a little more finesse. Neat trick with the axe though, I'll remember that one." He picks up the shield halves to inspect them closer.

"I'll have to keep that in mind, thanks." Clint unable to hide it, smirks at the compliment. He knew he wasn't the smartest, wisest, or fastest tool in the shed. It's why he stuck around the Candlekeep party as long as he has.

Every trip and adventure he went on was clearly revealing the gaps or weaknesses in his skills. So he was genuinely willing to take advice from anyone. He didn't want to let anyone down.

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"Where do I start?" Clint asks.

Williams doesn't say anything at first looking up from the broken shield at Clint giving him a weird sidelong glance as if he was re-estimating something.

"You're a real go getter aren't you." Willson says more as a statement rather than a question. He looks at the remenants in his hands again, then back at Clint nods to himself a couple times then snaps his head over his shoulder towards the other training area.

There were the two combatants that were still going at it trading a flurry of punches and kicks, blocking, and attempts at grapples that were fluidly repelled. It was almost like a dance if it weren't so violent. Clint's attention was attracted when Willson spoke up again.

"Wait here a sec, I know just the guy who could help. He's kinda an expert on these kind of things." Willison states walking towards the other training area.