A smile flickered over Maximus' lips as he reluctantly stepped back.

"Of course. I am happy to," He murmured, taking a sword for himself before taking his place at Wyatt's side. He met the man's eye for the briefest of moments before focusing on a wall across the room, and then he began to drill.

The motions were so engrained in him that he may as well have been breathing, or sleeping. He shifted from attack to block to parry and back again with hardly a second thought, every movement fluid but extremely efficient. This was his second nature.