You have so much of everything but still you wanted more
There would always be a time after war, after battle, after pain and chaos and confusion. No storm lasted forever, and nights would always bring a new day. The seasons would change, as they were wont to do, and if not this winter then the one to come, or the one after that might give them time to play and make merry. Seren grinned at the notion with the young person's full conviction of immortality - nothing would ever happen to her - and cheerfuly skipped over to the indicated practice target when asked to do so.
"I've been shown the basic stances," she told him, and began to display them as instructed. A ready stance, the spear held horizontal to the ground as she faced the target like an archer might, sideways with feet set apart and gravity low. From there the weapon could be jabbed forth towards face, shoulder, gut or wrist, towards the lower legs. Or swept up and over her head to paint sweeping cuts to those same points, devastating if they landed. Seren went on to demonstrate how the butt of the spear could be used to guard, or serve a blunt jab towards the gut and internal organs - heavy and crushing - and how different stances allowed to guard, or attack, all in a flowing series of motions that blended into one another like flowing water.
The graceful arcs of the spear was soon added to by a steady 'thunk, thunk' as the woman landed her blows on the target dummy. She moved with decent amount of certainty against the still object, never faltering or hesitating - though there was a lack of killing intent behind any of her motions. Always more intrigued by the pleasure of moving her body than driven by the need to dispose of an enemy. She certainly enjoyed winning - but it was a far cry between that and relishing the drawing of blood or destruction of an opponent.
When Seren had demonstrated all she had been taught so far, she backed away from the target and issued a polite bow to Deimos - also as instructed - and waited for his assessment. "What do you think? I really enjoy this weapon, it's a lot of fun to use."
"I've been shown the basic stances," she told him, and began to display them as instructed. A ready stance, the spear held horizontal to the ground as she faced the target like an archer might, sideways with feet set apart and gravity low. From there the weapon could be jabbed forth towards face, shoulder, gut or wrist, towards the lower legs. Or swept up and over her head to paint sweeping cuts to those same points, devastating if they landed. Seren went on to demonstrate how the butt of the spear could be used to guard, or serve a blunt jab towards the gut and internal organs - heavy and crushing - and how different stances allowed to guard, or attack, all in a flowing series of motions that blended into one another like flowing water.
The graceful arcs of the spear was soon added to by a steady 'thunk, thunk' as the woman landed her blows on the target dummy. She moved with decent amount of certainty against the still object, never faltering or hesitating - though there was a lack of killing intent behind any of her motions. Always more intrigued by the pleasure of moving her body than driven by the need to dispose of an enemy. She certainly enjoyed winning - but it was a far cry between that and relishing the drawing of blood or destruction of an opponent.
When Seren had demonstrated all she had been taught so far, she backed away from the target and issued a polite bow to Deimos - also as instructed - and waited for his assessment. "What do you think? I really enjoy this weapon, it's a lot of fun to use."
Seren
