Zavien
Watching Lena settle into her stance, Zavien nodded approvingly. "Exactly like that. It may not feel natural now but give it time." His smile was warm and encouraging, confident that practice would solidify the uncomfortable positioning into second nature. The generics were all the same, but people often found their own versions of the stance that worked for their style or body mechanics.
Once she had the correct hold, he stood back to watch her take a swing at the dummy. He tried to hide the slight flinch at the poorly aimed hit with a deep chuckle. "Good job!" It wasn't the best attack, but it might trip someone up enough to avoid having to fend off a counterattack. Stepping next to the target, he pointed to different places as he spoke. "Try to aim for the head or torso to start. Those will deal the most damage." And they'd be harder to miss, but he didn't say that part. Instead, he added, "When it comes to the staff, try to swing through the target as you step forward. It will increase your range and add more power." Grabbing another staff, he slowly demonstrated the movement of stepping forward with his back leg, sweeping the weapon in a clean attack that landed against the 'chest' of the mannequin with an echoing crack across the training ground. When he moved away again, he gave Lena another smile, leaning on his own staff. "Give it another go."
Once she had the correct hold, he stood back to watch her take a swing at the dummy. He tried to hide the slight flinch at the poorly aimed hit with a deep chuckle. "Good job!" It wasn't the best attack, but it might trip someone up enough to avoid having to fend off a counterattack. Stepping next to the target, he pointed to different places as he spoke. "Try to aim for the head or torso to start. Those will deal the most damage." And they'd be harder to miss, but he didn't say that part. Instead, he added, "When it comes to the staff, try to swing through the target as you step forward. It will increase your range and add more power." Grabbing another staff, he slowly demonstrated the movement of stepping forward with his back leg, sweeping the weapon in a clean attack that landed against the 'chest' of the mannequin with an echoing crack across the training ground. When he moved away again, he gave Lena another smile, leaning on his own staff. "Give it another go."
I learned that in suffering,
we find the true measure of our strength.
we find the true measure of our strength.
