it may be rage or maybe hope, i wanna know your phobia
Sam seemed slightly reluctant to start an actual fight, and she couldn't blame him. He'd only just begun, but there was only so far stances alone could take him. She'd go easy for sure, and once he signaled his preparedness she nodded. Her attacks would be obvious, the level of an attacker who was new to this, his level. She eyed her target, his side, and prepared to thrust towards it.
This should be an easy parry, now to see if Sam had the intuition to carry out the maneuver. She stepped forward, thrusting out with the stick, seeking her point but hoping to be stopped. That would mean they were on the right track.
This should be an easy parry, now to see if Sam had the intuition to carry out the maneuver. She stepped forward, thrusting out with the stick, seeking her point but hoping to be stopped. That would mean they were on the right track.
AISHA
