Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
As the glaive went flying out of her hands, Zavien stepped away to let her retrieve the weapon. Once she'd done so and yielded, he sheathed his blade, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he gave her a bright smile. "Nice job! You've definitely got the movements down." All the forms had been proper, if not a little untested.
At her request for input, Zavien gave gentle and constructive criticisms. "I would just recommend sticking to smaller movements. Large strikes leave room and time for blocks or closer attacks. It also compromises your balance." As she'd found out. Shrugging his shoulders to release the adrenaline that still clung to him, he added, "Try smaller swipes and jabs. And don't forget about the other half of your weapon. The sharp part isn't the only side that does damage." He gave her a playful smile. It might be the instinct to do the most damage with the blade, but sometimes the wooden shaft was faster and more practical in a fighting movement.
Sol trotted over from his perch on the skull, sitting at his side as he waited for confirmation of his good behavior. Zavien pulled out a piece of jerky as he continued speaking with Soh more encouragingly. "Otherwise, you're doing great. It'll just take more practice, so let me know if you ever want another sparring session." He'd offer for her to come by the Dragon's Nest, but he didn't think that was the best idea until Stormbreak was back within friendly hands.
At her request for input, Zavien gave gentle and constructive criticisms. "I would just recommend sticking to smaller movements. Large strikes leave room and time for blocks or closer attacks. It also compromises your balance." As she'd found out. Shrugging his shoulders to release the adrenaline that still clung to him, he added, "Try smaller swipes and jabs. And don't forget about the other half of your weapon. The sharp part isn't the only side that does damage." He gave her a playful smile. It might be the instinct to do the most damage with the blade, but sometimes the wooden shaft was faster and more practical in a fighting movement.
Sol trotted over from his perch on the skull, sitting at his side as he waited for confirmation of his good behavior. Zavien pulled out a piece of jerky as he continued speaking with Soh more encouragingly. "Otherwise, you're doing great. It'll just take more practice, so let me know if you ever want another sparring session." He'd offer for her to come by the Dragon's Nest, but he didn't think that was the best idea until Stormbreak was back within friendly hands.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
