AISHA
Aisha waited at the target, absently messing with her nails and observing other spars until her entourage appeared. Deimos had led Elide out into the grounds, Aisha took note of the satisfied expression on the ascended's face. She knew that feeling all too well, the sudden comfort of knowing the place you're in, of understanding it. Elide clearly had the drive, she seemed suited to this life, but it was the test of skill that would decide.
Deimos came to stand by the swordswoman, Aisha with a hand on her hip, him with his arms crossed. Elide chose her weapon, and Aisha smiled at the choice. It was held with confidence, weighed and analyzed, then brought back with the woman to the dummy. The onslaught began, Elide heaving a first mighty blow, and then another, and another. Each was powerful, backed with instinct and strategy, each showed promise.
Once the recruit was done, satisfied with the carnage, she turned and waited for the appraisal. Deimos gave his first, demonstrating his meaning with his own blade and body, presenting the weak spot that Elide had exemplified. Certainly true, though Aisha had her own input, and the moment that the general left an opening she swooped in with her advice. "You have power, and you have an objective, but consider that in a battle you won't have that many opportunities to get it right. You have to be more precise with a single blow, and not count on having the time to try again."
And now Elide would get the chance to follow through on that counsel, Deimos proposed a spar between the two. Aisha grinned, more than happy to test the recruit herself. She glanced his way, then back to Elide, hazel eyes tracing the pale form of the other. Furs discarded to reveal a tighter fitting vestige beneath, the leopardess drew her sword, donning a defensive position with her blade; hilt pulled back at her hip, knees bent, sword aimed forwards. "Ready when you are, Elide."
Deimos came to stand by the swordswoman, Aisha with a hand on her hip, him with his arms crossed. Elide chose her weapon, and Aisha smiled at the choice. It was held with confidence, weighed and analyzed, then brought back with the woman to the dummy. The onslaught began, Elide heaving a first mighty blow, and then another, and another. Each was powerful, backed with instinct and strategy, each showed promise.
Once the recruit was done, satisfied with the carnage, she turned and waited for the appraisal. Deimos gave his first, demonstrating his meaning with his own blade and body, presenting the weak spot that Elide had exemplified. Certainly true, though Aisha had her own input, and the moment that the general left an opening she swooped in with her advice. "You have power, and you have an objective, but consider that in a battle you won't have that many opportunities to get it right. You have to be more precise with a single blow, and not count on having the time to try again."
And now Elide would get the chance to follow through on that counsel, Deimos proposed a spar between the two. Aisha grinned, more than happy to test the recruit herself. She glanced his way, then back to Elide, hazel eyes tracing the pale form of the other. Furs discarded to reveal a tighter fitting vestige beneath, the leopardess drew her sword, donning a defensive position with her blade; hilt pulled back at her hip, knees bent, sword aimed forwards. "Ready when you are, Elide."
and there's a hole in my chest
like there's a hole in the sun
like there's a hole in the sun
so tell me what's coming next?
