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Her movements just made him further doubt his ability to do anything more than make a fool of himself. Routine, it was the first thing that came to mind when he saw her fluid, sweeping cuts seemingly slicing the air itself. Dance-like as the warrior flowed from strike to strike, every arc and thrust further driving home the point just how far the cobbler had to go if he'd want to be of any use.
Yet he assumed a vaguely stance-like posture without question when ordered to. If anything he could at least do as he was told. He suspected he was in more danger of getting hurt than Roana ever was, even if the axe hadn't been blunted. A few deep breaths, enough to loosen him up and calm his nerves a touch. It was what he'd asked for, after all.
A short nod and he was on the balls of his feet, body low and steady. Just as his brothers had taught him the hard way. A step, a wind up, and a mighty swing. She had said no holds barred, so with all his might he swung high over his head as if cleaving a great big log.
Yet he assumed a vaguely stance-like posture without question when ordered to. If anything he could at least do as he was told. He suspected he was in more danger of getting hurt than Roana ever was, even if the axe hadn't been blunted. A few deep breaths, enough to loosen him up and calm his nerves a touch. It was what he'd asked for, after all.
A short nod and he was on the balls of his feet, body low and steady. Just as his brothers had taught him the hard way. A step, a wind up, and a mighty swing. She had said no holds barred, so with all his might he swung high over his head as if cleaving a great big log.
