Weaver chuckles at Deimos’ comment. ”There are worse things,” she says, embarrassed only that she got her weapon stuck in straw and not actually in a person. In a real battle, she would have at least achieved her goal, even if it wasn’t exactly the way she’d intended. With Deimos’ help, she frees the scythe and adjusts slightly, trying again. This time, she keeps her lunge a little shallower, allowing her to use just one side of the blade to cut up and across the dummy, if all goes as planned. She continues to practice the move, trying it once again, repeating the motions until they feel a little more natural. It’s a move that never quite feels comfortable to her, but with enough time and repetition, perhaps she would get it.
Demios turns their attention to a defensive move, demonstrating with his sword. It’s easy enough to adapt to her own weapon, its’ shaft metal and therefore capable of taking a hit. She mimics the movement, the point of the blade kept at an angle toward the body of the dummy. She has to watch the blade, not intending to get it stuck in the grass this time. She’s already done poorly enough in this training, at least maybe she can save some face.
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Weaver adjusts her first move and tries it a few times, and then switches to attempting the defensive move Deimos shows them.
Demios turns their attention to a defensive move, demonstrating with his sword. It’s easy enough to adapt to her own weapon, its’ shaft metal and therefore capable of taking a hit. She mimics the movement, the point of the blade kept at an angle toward the body of the dummy. She has to watch the blade, not intending to get it stuck in the grass this time. She’s already done poorly enough in this training, at least maybe she can save some face.
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Weaver adjusts her first move and tries it a few times, and then switches to attempting the defensive move Deimos shows them.
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