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
Listening to him speak as he had gave her pointers, she had thought of this.. grounding herself that he spoke of. Yes, she grounded herself when she had chopped would, and would go hunting, but nothing compared to this. This... was a different thing entirely. As he had directed her on where her power had came from, she had looked up towards him thoughtfully. From her frame? Comparitively, he was larger than she was. Showing that his strength would out do her entirely. Though, an idea sparked in the depths of her mind. AHA! Her eyes lighting up with a sudden understanding of what he had talked about.
"I think I understand now." She confirmed with a nod of her head, her feet shifting on the ground beneath them.
Catalina's feet moved with newfound grace, sliding across the ground as though she were dancing rather than sparring. When the Sword swept his staff toward her ribs, she didn’t just block it—she flowed with it, her body twisting in sync with the strike. Her staff arced up like an extension of her arm, redirecting the force away from her side in one fluid motion.
Her breath came steady, matching the rhythm of her movements as she spun on her heel, circling him with an effortless glide. Instead of clashing against his strikes with brute force, she used the momentum of his attack, guiding it past her with a fluid flick of her staff. Allowing the wood grains to slide against one another.
There was something about the staff that she began to enjoy. It.... wasn't just about brute strength, but the calculations that one made while using it. If they were going by just brute strength, he would had surely already put her six feet down in the ground.
"Like that?" She asked, her eyes widened a little at the actions she had just done.
"I think I understand now." She confirmed with a nod of her head, her feet shifting on the ground beneath them.
Catalina's feet moved with newfound grace, sliding across the ground as though she were dancing rather than sparring. When the Sword swept his staff toward her ribs, she didn’t just block it—she flowed with it, her body twisting in sync with the strike. Her staff arced up like an extension of her arm, redirecting the force away from her side in one fluid motion.
Her breath came steady, matching the rhythm of her movements as she spun on her heel, circling him with an effortless glide. Instead of clashing against his strikes with brute force, she used the momentum of his attack, guiding it past her with a fluid flick of her staff. Allowing the wood grains to slide against one another.
There was something about the staff that she began to enjoy. It.... wasn't just about brute strength, but the calculations that one made while using it. If they were going by just brute strength, he would had surely already put her six feet down in the ground.
"Like that?" She asked, her eyes widened a little at the actions she had just done.
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
