Jigano grinned wryly at the hint of challenge in Deimos's tilted head, the General conveying a wealth in such a small gesture. For once he bit back any witty reparte, however, choosing instead of focus on continuing to impress the stoic Sword with his martial competence. He was no front line fighter, and melee was never his preferred position, but he prided himself on being able to manage a tight defense and a dexterous accuracy with the slim but sturdy blade he held.
Of course, from his weakest guard into his worst attack was a challenge that might result in failure at a faster tempo, but it was also the only way to improve. Nodding agreement, the bard reset his distance from the dummy and measured his beat and lunge. His feet knew the line of attack, but convincing his elbow and shoulder to connect in a seamless line with his wrist and blade was a trickier proposition from the awkward guard, and speeding the process up required more concentration and focus upon both his own body and his target.
Faster and faster he went, though, testing himself against his limits as he found an image of a blond demigod to practice puncturing, wary of her speed and fighting to match it.
Of course, from his weakest guard into his worst attack was a challenge that might result in failure at a faster tempo, but it was also the only way to improve. Nodding agreement, the bard reset his distance from the dummy and measured his beat and lunge. His feet knew the line of attack, but convincing his elbow and shoulder to connect in a seamless line with his wrist and blade was a trickier proposition from the awkward guard, and speeding the process up required more concentration and focus upon both his own body and his target.
Faster and faster he went, though, testing himself against his limits as he found an image of a blond demigod to practice puncturing, wary of her speed and fighting to match it.
