The girl looks at him, and how he suddenly seemed to stand apart from the serene environment. A bunny hopped merrily in the background while her instructor stood cold as a statue. "I don't usually break people's legs." She moved from her spot, searching the ground for a weapon, as instructed. "Do you?", she asked, turning back to look into steely eyes before catching sight of a branch in the corner of her eye. She picked it up, inspected it, and threw it away, finding it too thin.
A thick branch lay in the bushes a few steps ahead. She grabbed it and broke off the excess, spinning it in the air once on her way back, handling it more like a twirling baton than a club. She pointed over her shoulder at the blinded face in the tree trunk. "Mind if I use you for practice instead? Treeman has suffered enough." Azure's tone was as easy as her smile, her stance relaxed. She began to circle her instructor in slow steps. Even when the scar marked man just stood there, Azure's every instinct strongly suggested it was best that she flutter away. Which was why the tree would just wouldn't do. The next time the time comes to choose between fight or flight she has to make the right choice.
She looked at the joints of his limbs, the ways he might reach or avoid. There were a few approaches that appeared likely to make an opponent twist and snap. The thought of it made her roll her shoulders back in discomfort. She waited for confirmation. If it was to come, she'd get in a wide stance, much like a particularly willowy gorilla, grab the stick firmly in both hands and swat at her teacher's leg, as if she was trying to squash a fly on the wall. She'd put her strength into the blow, but it would taper off on the way to its target.
If the approval wasn't to be given, she'd swing half-heatedly at the tree, hitting it with a dull thud.
A thick branch lay in the bushes a few steps ahead. She grabbed it and broke off the excess, spinning it in the air once on her way back, handling it more like a twirling baton than a club. She pointed over her shoulder at the blinded face in the tree trunk. "Mind if I use you for practice instead? Treeman has suffered enough." Azure's tone was as easy as her smile, her stance relaxed. She began to circle her instructor in slow steps. Even when the scar marked man just stood there, Azure's every instinct strongly suggested it was best that she flutter away. Which was why the tree would just wouldn't do. The next time the time comes to choose between fight or flight she has to make the right choice.
She looked at the joints of his limbs, the ways he might reach or avoid. There were a few approaches that appeared likely to make an opponent twist and snap. The thought of it made her roll her shoulders back in discomfort. She waited for confirmation. If it was to come, she'd get in a wide stance, much like a particularly willowy gorilla, grab the stick firmly in both hands and swat at her teacher's leg, as if she was trying to squash a fly on the wall. She'd put her strength into the blow, but it would taper off on the way to its target.
If the approval wasn't to be given, she'd swing half-heatedly at the tree, hitting it with a dull thud.
Azure
