Hector chews the inside of his cheek as he watches from a safe distance. Many of Dracula's troops, both human and non-human, once toiled and fought under Hector's watchful eye, and he knows who is best serving with an ax or a sword, who is of better use collecting corpses from the battlefield. Though they are without much power, he's certain there's potential to be found in Firo's strokes.

"Be patient, and balance will come," he says with an approving nod, the comment a soft reminder rather than a demand. "No man can learn the art in a single day."

[ooc: No worries, take any time you need!]