There were many improvements that would come with practice, but for now at least Quanil was getting the broad strokes of the basic motions, and that was what he had wanted to impart. He continued his strike to knock against his student's raised staff, with enough strength behind it that the young Loreseeker would need to work to resist their own weapon being pushed down, but not so sharp or powerful a move that he would break past their first attempt at defense. Feet, though, were more important, and as he glanced down and saw how Quanil's weight had shifted. The bard reached out with his magic to tug on the earth, rolling it up beneath Quanil's heels in an attack on their base to remind them of their balance.
"Good! It will take time and lots of practice to get used to moving your hands and feet together. Muscle memory will be your greatest friend in this. Take the staff with you whenever you're walking anyplace and get used to moving with its weight and length. Work on those patterns we practiced earlier, too, at least a half hour each day. And if you have any questions or want to make sure you're doing them right, you can come ask me," he assured them. "Let's get together again next week at the latest to see how you're coming along, and once your feet are more solid we can focus more on how to strike and block with the staff itself. How does that sound?"
"Good! It will take time and lots of practice to get used to moving your hands and feet together. Muscle memory will be your greatest friend in this. Take the staff with you whenever you're walking anyplace and get used to moving with its weight and length. Work on those patterns we practiced earlier, too, at least a half hour each day. And if you have any questions or want to make sure you're doing them right, you can come ask me," he assured them. "Let's get together again next week at the latest to see how you're coming along, and once your feet are more solid we can focus more on how to strike and block with the staff itself. How does that sound?"
