[Training] Staring at the ceiling, tryna fight the feeling

Kaisel

One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave

Her agreement earns a grin and carefully he crouches down by the pile, unthreading two from the anchor of his jacket. "Alright, so, I thought I could make this work with our own training. Two birds and one stone, or whatever," he says as he passes her the red kite, keeping the blue one for himself. "You secure the main line around your waist, or to your belt, that's the one that keeps the kite steady in the air." he motions as he speaks, and starts to tie his to the front of his belt. "Then, there's two smaller strings, one that connects to either side of the kite. These you tie to your wrists. They steer the kite, allowing for sharp swerves or fancy moves. When we go to hit each other, it'll be cutting our kites in at each other too."

He nods to the area he means as he begins to faster each line to each hand, stepping back and gently letting the kite slip between his fingers and catch on the wind. It snaps up immediately, fabric rippling on the squall, and he tests out how steady it is as he casually moves each arm around, guiding it in abrupt dives or banking it back up higher by catching the sail back on the pull of the breeze.

"So, just like we wanna defend our bodies, we wanna defend our kites too, and when we attack, our kites should be going in for the hit too." A rough grin settles into place, full of challenge. "If yours breaks or snaps, you can get another one." he points at the pile still waiting under the jacket. "Ready when you are."

It's not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on the floor