dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
As Arialla takes the frond and grasps it in both hands, Wessex shakes her head a bit. “Hold it one-handed, in your dominant hand. You don’t need two hands unless the weapon is big and heavy, and we don’t have a lot of those here.” She would hope the girl is the kind to stick to small and average sized weapons - they’ll be much easier for her to hold. Extending her own frond as an example, she waves her left hand. “And now I have this hand free to keep my balance, to strike at another place, to grab something… whatever.”
Don’t handicap yourself before the battle even starts, is what the Wraith is trying to say, more or less.
She simultaneously steps back to keep her core out of the ‘blade’s’ reach, and brings her own frond up to block its arc, stopping it about ⅔ of the way across. From there, she applies pressure at her wrist and tries to press Arialla’s frond down in an arc, tip pointing towards the ground at one point, and then back the way it came. This would theoretically leave each one of them with a side that’s wide open.
Don’t handicap yourself before the battle even starts, is what the Wraith is trying to say, more or less.
She simultaneously steps back to keep her core out of the ‘blade’s’ reach, and brings her own frond up to block its arc, stopping it about ⅔ of the way across. From there, she applies pressure at her wrist and tries to press Arialla’s frond down in an arc, tip pointing towards the ground at one point, and then back the way it came. This would theoretically leave each one of them with a side that’s wide open.
