No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
"That's great!" Koa effuses as Lena assumes a proper stance, nodding encouragement. "The only thing I'd change is putting your arms here-" he nudges her arms up and inward, better to protect her face, "And here," he finishes, using his foot to gently scoot hers back. "With a staff your hands are going to be set wider and lower, because the weapon is your defense. But if you're caught unaware, you want to make sure you're using your forearms to keep your face safe. Because, see?"
Moving around now to face Lena, Koa assumes his own loose fighting stance. "Now if I try to come in like this, you can either turn or move your arm to block me. Try it now." Slowly and intentionally, he swings his arm toward her face in a punch, giving the Caretaker more than enough opportunity to react. "A real hit would hurt a lot more, of course, but your forearms can take a helluva lot more damage than your face can, and getting a hit to them won't leave you bleeding or dazed. You swing at me next, see how it feels to be blocked," he instructs, raising his own arms up in defense.
Moving around now to face Lena, Koa assumes his own loose fighting stance. "Now if I try to come in like this, you can either turn or move your arm to block me. Try it now." Slowly and intentionally, he swings his arm toward her face in a punch, giving the Caretaker more than enough opportunity to react. "A real hit would hurt a lot more, of course, but your forearms can take a helluva lot more damage than your face can, and getting a hit to them won't leave you bleeding or dazed. You swing at me next, see how it feels to be blocked," he instructs, raising his own arms up in defense.
Koa
