Deimos
He nodded at her notions; it was a common sentiment, but not one he followed, and would correct with anyone who came into his training grounds. But then they were stretching, becoming far more fluid in movements and motions, intending to alleviate any pending injuries via torn or overworked muscles.
When that was finished, the Sword grabbed a quarterstaff from the armory walls, and made his way over to a makeshift target. This one had clearly been ‘injured’ recently in another assault and siege – stuffing billowing from several repaired instances and stitches. It likely wasn’t long for another skirmish, but such was their short-lived experiences.
Then he turned around, waiting for Catalina to join him, before he began explanations. “Typically, staffs are held like this.” He demonstrated thereafter – hands grasping with his left at the center, palm upwards, and right at the lower quarterpoint, palm down. It gave around a three foot point end, and eighteen inches at the end left to wield, snag, and utilize. “But you will find your own preference,” once she practiced enough. “There are many different stances and ways to guard, but we will start here.”
He stood with his right foot forward, with corresponding right hand inclining forward as well – matching. His weight was otherwise balanced and steady, firm into the floor, knees slightly bent, ready to move within a short notice. He remained that way, waiting for her to mirror and strive on her own.
When that was finished, the Sword grabbed a quarterstaff from the armory walls, and made his way over to a makeshift target. This one had clearly been ‘injured’ recently in another assault and siege – stuffing billowing from several repaired instances and stitches. It likely wasn’t long for another skirmish, but such was their short-lived experiences.
Then he turned around, waiting for Catalina to join him, before he began explanations. “Typically, staffs are held like this.” He demonstrated thereafter – hands grasping with his left at the center, palm upwards, and right at the lower quarterpoint, palm down. It gave around a three foot point end, and eighteen inches at the end left to wield, snag, and utilize. “But you will find your own preference,” once she practiced enough. “There are many different stances and ways to guard, but we will start here.”
He stood with his right foot forward, with corresponding right hand inclining forward as well – matching. His weight was otherwise balanced and steady, firm into the floor, knees slightly bent, ready to move within a short notice. He remained that way, waiting for her to mirror and strive on her own.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
