On this other hand, when you lived for millennia, you took up any and all hobbies to see what fit.

Oh, the days of sparring he had for fun, dueling with guards before facing dear Lily were days he enjoys ending claiming a sweat-covered, weary defeat. It made the blood rush in his veins, made him feel truly alive...!

The jabs were intriguing. Alastor was by no means an expert duelist or swordsman, but he wasn't a slouch he had to go easy on. ...Not too much, anyway.

"Didn't take you for a man who enjoyed an adventure-comedy!" Color him curious as he let himself be on the back foot, but maintained his duelist's strokes, other hand aloft for balance. But pardon him- the wings were shivering a little in glee. It'd been so long since he'd just... played.