Taking a step back, the sword folded his arms across his chest in a seemingly impatient gesture as he critically assessed the others attempt. It will take them some practice, but with their posture actually correct for once, the mangy feline should be able to get a handle on walking before too long.

The sword took notice of another in the halls with them, but didn’t pay them any mind until it seemed they were approaching. The last thing he needed was another useless bag of flesh to teach something, although judging by the sound of their footsteps, at least this one didn’t have any problems trying to walk. Not to mention it seemed as though they held some scrap of manners in them.

“This useless feline is learning how to walk.” He answered in an annoyed gruff tone. Glancing back over his shoulder at the newcomer, he clicked on his flashlight and shone it towards their chest as he spoke. “And who might you be?”