Guileless Son, I'll shape your belief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
Catalina gripped the staff tightly, her knuckles whitening against the smooth wood. She watched the man’s every move, absorbing his words like a sponge, her usual bubbly excitement tempered by the focus that training demanded. The idea of simply moving out of range seemed smart—logical even—but there was something about standing her ground that resonated with her.
As she watched his slow, deliberate movements, mimicking them with her own staff, Catalina’s brows furrowed in concentration. She tried to visualize the force behind an actual attack, not just the gentle sweep he offered. "It’s like a dance, isn’t it?" she mused, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Each move carefully placed, knowing when to step in and when to step back." She shifted her stance, feeling the weight of the staff in her hands, ready to meet his next strike.
When he extended his staff towards her knees, Catalina reacted, shifting her weight and swinging her own staff down to block it with a /CLACK/. It was slow enough for her to react to it, yet still had some force behind it. The impact, though light, sent a jolt up her arms, and she grinned at the sensation. "I’ll get the hang of this, one step at a time."
As she watched his slow, deliberate movements, mimicking them with her own staff, Catalina’s brows furrowed in concentration. She tried to visualize the force behind an actual attack, not just the gentle sweep he offered. "It’s like a dance, isn’t it?" she mused, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Each move carefully placed, knowing when to step in and when to step back." She shifted her stance, feeling the weight of the staff in her hands, ready to meet his next strike.
When he extended his staff towards her knees, Catalina reacted, shifting her weight and swinging her own staff down to block it with a /CLACK/. It was slow enough for her to react to it, yet still had some force behind it. The impact, though light, sent a jolt up her arms, and she grinned at the sensation. "I’ll get the hang of this, one step at a time."
Catalina
And you won't understand the cause of your grief
But you'll always follow the voices beneath
But you'll always follow the voices beneath
