Deimos
Patient and forbearing, he nodded, taking those initial concerns off his shoulders. When she consented to learning more about blocks, he maneuvered again in front of her, taking the stance from moments prior. “You have some options, like blocking as you did before,” which she’d demonstrated she understood. “Or you can attempt parrying.”
Taking a breath, he persisted. “If you aim a punch towards me,” and giving her an opportunity to do so, while he demonstrated, hands gently, but forcefully, maneuvering her incoming jab so it flickered outward, rather than anything compelling or harmful – and leaving him opportunity to strike. “I can force your hands to the side. It will then put me in a position to counter.” Once she’d visualized and seen it with her own eyes and movements, he offered to strive and return the favor. “Come back into your stance and you can try.”
Taking a breath, he persisted. “If you aim a punch towards me,” and giving her an opportunity to do so, while he demonstrated, hands gently, but forcefully, maneuvering her incoming jab so it flickered outward, rather than anything compelling or harmful – and leaving him opportunity to strike. “I can force your hands to the side. It will then put me in a position to counter.” Once she’d visualized and seen it with her own eyes and movements, he offered to strive and return the favor. “Come back into your stance and you can try.”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
