Enjolras smiles faintly in response to Bahorel's grin, but it's gone by the time they're standing across from each other, sticks in hand and weight lightly balanced on the balls of their feet. Enjolras isn't a merry kind of fighter, even in play; he looks calm, watchful, ready.

"Full speed, I think, at least to start?"

The question is directed at both Bahorel and Percy, and he is (as ever) perfectly content to be overruled.