remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
A mark cast upon her, the slightest of crimson, and he arched a brow, waiting for the next swing of movements and motions. “Be ready for anything,” he noted – the first time he’d spoke within the mock lesson and duel, a recitation he’d heard from instructors and commanders over and over and over again. There was no telling the experience level of another until one was in the thick of it; unless they were a green youth plucked straight out of the training camps, and usually those didn’t make it towards more-worthy adversaries (cut down within the fields, driven apart by those with deft swings). It was clear she’d had rampant, clean, precise instruction, but perhaps not with a pommel thrust under her jaw. His eyes narrowed, regaining position as she aimed for a feint – clever and quick, but giving herself away too much. The movement was larger than necessary, giving him ample time to maneuvering his sword upwards to block, so her blade crossed into the middle, a clash of forged steel. Instead of rushing forward into another attack though, he proffered extensions of wisdom. “Your feint used too much movement. You want it small, miniscule, so the opponent does not see it coming, or have a chance to defend.” He waited for her to lift her weapon again, an insinuation of the act by a nod of his head, indicating he’d prefer to demonstrate on this round. The General placed his armament along the left of hers, and with minute, quick, effortless motions, slid it underneath, to the right, so if it were in the middle of war, the thrust would follow through, straight for shoulders or chest. After several more motions, slowed down significantly for her to bear witness, then sped up once more, he lifted his blade to reflect how hers had been. “Try again.”
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