The crack of steel slicing through wood startled the bard almost as much as the sudden lightening of the weapon in his hand as half its length no longer weighed it down. He looked from it to Weaver with a rueful grin, then slanted a glance towards their stoic instructor as his humor turned wry. "Next time I'm facing such a big blade I'll borrow the ballista instead of my little toothpick," he teased. Sometimes size mattered, after all, as Weaver had so elegantly demonstrated.
Having shown off quite enough for one day, when the next weapon was announced Jigano was more than happy to choose one of the staves provided, finding one that fit his hands and height both before returning to the field. He watched Deimos with eyes that narrowed in concentration as he studied the General's motions and memorized them as best he could. He wasn't a stranger to the staff, but it was more of a nodding acquaintance than a weapon he could claim true skill with. Taking a breath he centered himself, found his balance, and then attempted to mimic the pattern presented. A push, sharp and without hesitation followed by a fluid repositioning to the side while the weapon slid smoothly in calloused hands, and ending with a strike driven by his rear hand and guided by the front as he lashed out at his chosen target.
Having shown off quite enough for one day, when the next weapon was announced Jigano was more than happy to choose one of the staves provided, finding one that fit his hands and height both before returning to the field. He watched Deimos with eyes that narrowed in concentration as he studied the General's motions and memorized them as best he could. He wasn't a stranger to the staff, but it was more of a nodding acquaintance than a weapon he could claim true skill with. Taking a breath he centered himself, found his balance, and then attempted to mimic the pattern presented. A push, sharp and without hesitation followed by a fluid repositioning to the side while the weapon slid smoothly in calloused hands, and ending with a strike driven by his rear hand and guided by the front as he lashed out at his chosen target.
