Pap chirped in delighted praise as Silversmith mirrored her initial open. "Perfect, see! You have my arm, you have my collar - Emery used to wear a shirt like yours when we trained - might well have been made out of horse hair." Pap had not been a fan. With her free hand she gripped his wrist and lead him to pull hard across her throat. "She said you'd use the shirt as much as anything else when you studied properly - it makes a sort of garrote, and with your legs around the waist-" She reached back to touch his ankles, adjusting his feet to hammer his toes upward and dorsiflex to set the guard.
"Ideally, I don't want to be in this position, but first things first, I gotta get you off of me, yeah?" She drove her freehand into any gap left between his arm and her throat with a downward motion to break his grasp on her collar and drive her hand to his chest, fingers grasping for a fistful of the front of his outfit. No longer was she moving slowly, the game having been explained thoroughly enough, the switch having been flipped from helpful instructor to competitor - playmate.
Being mostly legs, she had not forgotten her primary talents, shifting her hips to try and drive her right knee forward and under her opponent, broadening her base by kicking back her left leg and digging the toes of her soft-soled shoes into the loam.
"Ideally, I don't want to be in this position, but first things first, I gotta get you off of me, yeah?" She drove her freehand into any gap left between his arm and her throat with a downward motion to break his grasp on her collar and drive her hand to his chest, fingers grasping for a fistful of the front of his outfit. No longer was she moving slowly, the game having been explained thoroughly enough, the switch having been flipped from helpful instructor to competitor - playmate.
Being mostly legs, she had not forgotten her primary talents, shifting her hips to try and drive her right knee forward and under her opponent, broadening her base by kicking back her left leg and digging the toes of her soft-soled shoes into the loam.
