Blackeye
Not the strongest win the battle —
Darkeye grinned even wider. "You're Remi's daughter. You're probably in the most dangerous place for you." His face turned pale and full of panic that she would be attacked for this fact alone. He had to protect her. He breathed in a few times before his face get a normal color "I am a dwarf and come from Aventuria. I don't know if these rules still apply to me," he said honestly, his gaze turned to the sky. "If he says so, then it must be true. I respect your father for what he does. But I have a different opinion about that." He took a breath and looked around to see if anyone had noticed who she was. If necessary, he would have to make some enemies and beat them up to get them out of here. But he didn't know what the grounders thought about her.
His gaze followed her movements. "Impressive, truly impressive. I didn't think that was possible. That means your opponent thinks you're throwing past and his back is open. I find that very useful. The repetition is for me the training to give me the security when it becomes serious that I hit. In dangerous situations, we often rely on familiar situations or reflexes. The throwing movement must become a reflex. That's the important point," he said to punctuate his words.
He stood back up and threw one of his axes at the dummy again, trying to hit it again. He took a deep breath and sent his axe on the tear. The axe split the doll's head as if the axe wanted to reinforce his words.
His gaze followed her movements. "Impressive, truly impressive. I didn't think that was possible. That means your opponent thinks you're throwing past and his back is open. I find that very useful. The repetition is for me the training to give me the security when it becomes serious that I hit. In dangerous situations, we often rely on familiar situations or reflexes. The throwing movement must become a reflex. That's the important point," he said to punctuate his words.
He stood back up and threw one of his axes at the dummy again, trying to hit it again. He took a deep breath and sent his axe on the tear. The axe split the doll's head as if the axe wanted to reinforce his words.
— the smartest do
