The brownrider couldn't help the chuckle at his friend's retort either, a grin spreading across broad lips. With a fighter's eye, he sized up the other man and for a brief moment, he could almost see it, the match between he and the candidatemaster. Whether or not they were paired up today or not, V'an wouldn't mind having a round in the ring back home sometime. K'rios could easily handle himself, V'an knew that, and if anything it might challenge the brownrider to work harder, to earn back some of the skill he was lacking from disuse. Besides, the banter between them during a spar would be quite...entertaining, to say the least with their repertoire.
The weyrlingmaster gave a shake of his head at the last jest from the pewterrider, almost certain that K'rios would indeed best him, but he didn't want to admit that to the man. Just as a wry smirk was creeping over his face and another quip on his lips, they were interrupted by the announcer who was calling out the pairings. It seemed that V'an was off the hook in his match with the candidatemaster, and instead was paired with a copperhandler, who was also a very handsome woman indeed. The brownrider knew though, that just because she was a woman, didn't mean that he should underestimate her, for in fact his own weyrmate had bested him a time or two as well and he knew better than that.
With a wish of good luck for his friend and his spar, V'an moved over to greet the copperhandler, Natara, and gave her a friendly smile and accepting handshake of good sportsmanship. A moment later, and he was settled into his first stance, sword raised in a defensive position at first, needing to get the feel for the spar before he made any offensive move. The woman did not seem to hold back either, and he could tell that she was enjoying herself and the feel of the sword in her hand, so V'an allowed himself to relax a little, savor the feeling of their sowrds clashing, the sound of the ringing steel in his ears and the practiced way his body moved. His body seemed to remember all the stances and positions, the angles of the thrusts and parries, though there were a few times that he caught himself slipping and those were when Natara seemed to take advantage and he barely scraped through a few near misses.
In the end though, it was those mistakes that cost him, and he felt his muscles aching from the use long before their match was over. Natara got the upper hand on him and he staggered back under her attacks before he finally had to give, and the match was called in the copperhandlers' favor. V'an was a good sport though and there was a wide smile on his face while he recovered his breath and met the woman once more to congratulate her on a job well done. He teased about a rematch back at Atricis when he wasn't so out of practice, but he wasn't sure they would ever get the chance again. Perhaps, perhaps not.
As he stepped away and hung the sparring sword back into the rack, he heard the bell chime on K'rios' match as well, and spiced eyes flickered to see that the pewterrider had indeed won his bout. Alright then, he was thinking of heading back to find Ryarin, but now he was far more interested to see how K'rios would match up against his recent opponent, Natara. The brownrider settled in to watch then, a wry grin given to the candidatemaster when their gaze met, arms crossing over his chest with the intent to stay as long as was needed to watch the pewterrider get his own ass handed to him.