it may be rage or maybe hope, i wanna know your phobia
Aisha noticed the way Sam's eyes followed her movements, the way the gears turned and lead him to the right stance. A slight smirk pulled at her lips as she watched her student for the day make the right choice, swinging his wooden sword to block her thrust. She pulled back, beaming at his success and the excitement he shared, "See? Told ya you could do it."
"Now again," she said with a nod, swinging her stick a few times and choosing a new vantage point. This time she'd swing down on him, giving him a choice of how he wanted to respond. What worked best for him was what she wanted to help him find, and they'd practice until he was satisfied.
"Now again," she said with a nod, swinging her stick a few times and choosing a new vantage point. This time she'd swing down on him, giving him a choice of how he wanted to respond. What worked best for him was what she wanted to help him find, and they'd practice until he was satisfied.
AISHA
