[Training] tomorrow there'll be more of us

WESSEX out of the night that covers me Flowing like water, a small stream in the light of the moon, the Wraith lives up to her name and neatly twists away to the left. She keeps her eyes on the girl’s body, her stance, the way she holds the knife, and continues the instructions. “Good. Keep a firm grip on the hilt, but a loose quality to your attacks. I’m going to keep blocking or evading, you keep looking for openings.” She wants to add more, wants to push because the half a year let to them seems too short to get much done - but there’s always the risk of overwhelming her young pupil and she doesn’t want that. Wessex has to remind herself that improvisation comes after the basics. You can’t run before you can walk, and so on and so forth. So she keeps moving, continuing to the left and then stepping back to encourage an advance from Mabel, trying to foster a sense of persistence and pressing forward, rather than defense. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul