it may be rage or maybe hope, i wanna know your phobia
"Practice, lots of practice. These stances will only help you as much as you let them, make them feel natural through drilling and eventually you won't have to think about which stance is which and how to switch," she answered, following his movements with a mentor's sharp gaze, but keeping a soft smile on her face. She wanted him to feel encouraged, let him know that he was doing well.
Hopefully he wouldn't need to use these maneuvers in a volatile environment anyway.
She tried showing him a few more stances, mostly defensive ones, then paused, "I think you're ready to try some of these out against a real person huh?" She grinned, searching the clearing for some sticks that might be useful. She returned with two (conveniently placed in the rubble), they wouldn't withstand a hard blow but she didn't plan on whacking the shit out of him just yet. One was offered to him, her stick held under her arm and her other hand held out to take her sword back.
"I'll practice some swings at you, see if you can block them," she said, preparing a stance and awaiting his signal that he was ready.
Hopefully he wouldn't need to use these maneuvers in a volatile environment anyway.
She tried showing him a few more stances, mostly defensive ones, then paused, "I think you're ready to try some of these out against a real person huh?" She grinned, searching the clearing for some sticks that might be useful. She returned with two (conveniently placed in the rubble), they wouldn't withstand a hard blow but she didn't plan on whacking the shit out of him just yet. One was offered to him, her stick held under her arm and her other hand held out to take her sword back.
"I'll practice some swings at you, see if you can block them," she said, preparing a stance and awaiting his signal that he was ready.
AISHA
