Fuzzy: Sparring Pit
Cyrus had prepared himself to be amazed at her ability to cast spells but was rather unprepared for her failure. "Wearing armor can be a distraction. Perhaps we should have you pay a visit to Gandred and the others in dwarftown to make sure your's fits. I'd hate to have you chafe." He joked harkening back to the gruff older dwarf's comments about the barding for their horses.
"Fighting in armor is difficult, you should wear yours whenever you can, get used to it's weight, it's fit, it's mobility, the sounds it makes when you bend or pivot. It should feel like a second skin. Then perhaps your spells won't be bothered."
He picked up the wooden version of the big sword she favored and tossed it to her, "With a blade of that size, you won't be able to use a shield or have the protection a shield might afford you, so getting that spell right will become more and more important. But for now, let's work on making sure that your enemies don't get a chance to make you pay for a mistake like that."
He picked back up his own wooden sword and lightly tapped his shield as his feet spread and he readied himself for an assault, "Come at me, show me what skills you have learned, that way I can know what I can truly teach you."
OOC: Cyrus will spend a few rounds defense mode, his shield at the ready, set for whatever combat actions you might bring against him. AC = 22. I could do total defense, but I want there to be a chance for you to hit him :)