remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
At least she was willing to listen, not grate and whine, not seethe and embroil, in the midst of education. She’d come here to learn, to grasp hold of those techniques, to become better, stronger, and mightier. The ones who yearned to be grand and great, but not put the time or effort in, expecting themselves to be automatically volatile and well-practiced, were the ones who quit well before they could accomplish anything. Aisha already had a noteworthy set of skills; she merely needed to polish them, make them inherent, embroiled, infused into her motions and movements.He watched while she went back and forth with her blade as he’d demonstrated; the modeling gone well, as she maneuvered alongside his munitions. “Better,” he insisted with a nod of his head, the motions smaller, precise, keen, instead of a raised alarm or warning given, granted, to her opponent.
When she’d ceased, he gave into more advanced techniques, portions she might not have been able to view, wield, or utilize before being transported here, amongst Outlander portals and the ridiculous unknown. “Try this one then.” He straightened up, maneuvering his blade closer to his face, while the other arm slid underneath (due to be an effective blocking aid, if the timing went well). Away from her, turning to the side so she could view it in its entirety, he flexed in his knees slightly, before utilizing that power and might to thrust forward. He coaxed the iterations from several other stances, sometimes lowering the sword, sometimes raising it. “It is difficult for your enemy to block,” since they’d be coming straight forward, and his or her blade would be able to slide by, an incoming devastation to one’s chest or shoulders again. Aimed higher, it could be a head wound. Lowered, it could be a strike upon the abdomen.
out for vengeance
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