There was a clink of metal. Hesitation was beginning to wash away, the nervousness of a novice beginning to grow into something more. Confidence bloomed, the flower of understanding sword play becoming more and more apparent with every swing, every defend and push back. And it was only now clear to her that the potential the lad had was coming to light. He met the blows and he met the attacks. Each of his own was growing more nimble, more testing by the tick, recoiling back and striking forth like a steel snake.
She gave a jerk with the arm, a gentle recoil of movement as both edges came together. She met him on the first descent, and was forced back when his thrust came. Fallon gave a tease of the tip, eyes peering at his. Unmoving and unflinching to the noise. How long ago did she become unresponsive to such things? How long ago was it before she no longer shied away from combat? She retorted back at him, hilt coming across her the tip ever pointing forward. The first was to keep it fluid, to allow movement between the offence and defence. She brought her rear foot towards him, quick steps as she rested upon her toes and worked on keeping the blades between them There was no slowing down, even as the stabbing thrust came at her legs.
Pleased would be her current mindset. Roderick had proven himself capable to stand up and fight in practice, and to put her suggestions into action. There was not much else she could do with him now he had managed to get this far. She watched him correct his posture, the hand press into his back to straighten himself. Eyes gave a glance down and across his form, her brow rising to study him for a few chimes. It would have allowed him to catch his breath, to be able to refresh the air in his lungs and wipe the layer of sweat that donned his brow. Fallon withdrew her blade, her stance easing off. There was no more to be achieved today, right? Shaking out a leg she returned the tulwar to the scabbard, lips curling into a smile, ”I think we’re done here.”
Gently she stretched herself out, tense muscles flexing as she gave a nod of approval to him, ”You’ve learned a lot. I mean you’ve definitely come a long way from just swinging a sword about. You’re starting to think when you use it. Starting to understand the flow of combat. And you’re letting yourself being submerged into it, becoming one with it…” there was the shake of the head, ”I’m twittering. You get the idea; you seem like the smart sort.” Shoulders rolling she gave a wave of the hand to suggest in gesture for him to lower it, ”Not sure what else I can show you though, you’re grasping the idea of keeping it light and quick though. Which is good.”
Sticking out a hand to shake she held it there for a while, ”All I can suggest now is you try it on others, you know how I move now so it wouldn’t help you in your learning. Anyway, any more questions Roderick?”
She gave a jerk with the arm, a gentle recoil of movement as both edges came together. She met him on the first descent, and was forced back when his thrust came. Fallon gave a tease of the tip, eyes peering at his. Unmoving and unflinching to the noise. How long ago did she become unresponsive to such things? How long ago was it before she no longer shied away from combat? She retorted back at him, hilt coming across her the tip ever pointing forward. The first was to keep it fluid, to allow movement between the offence and defence. She brought her rear foot towards him, quick steps as she rested upon her toes and worked on keeping the blades between them There was no slowing down, even as the stabbing thrust came at her legs.
Pleased would be her current mindset. Roderick had proven himself capable to stand up and fight in practice, and to put her suggestions into action. There was not much else she could do with him now he had managed to get this far. She watched him correct his posture, the hand press into his back to straighten himself. Eyes gave a glance down and across his form, her brow rising to study him for a few chimes. It would have allowed him to catch his breath, to be able to refresh the air in his lungs and wipe the layer of sweat that donned his brow. Fallon withdrew her blade, her stance easing off. There was no more to be achieved today, right? Shaking out a leg she returned the tulwar to the scabbard, lips curling into a smile, ”I think we’re done here.”
Gently she stretched herself out, tense muscles flexing as she gave a nod of approval to him, ”You’ve learned a lot. I mean you’ve definitely come a long way from just swinging a sword about. You’re starting to think when you use it. Starting to understand the flow of combat. And you’re letting yourself being submerged into it, becoming one with it…” there was the shake of the head, ”I’m twittering. You get the idea; you seem like the smart sort.” Shoulders rolling she gave a wave of the hand to suggest in gesture for him to lower it, ”Not sure what else I can show you though, you’re grasping the idea of keeping it light and quick though. Which is good.”
Sticking out a hand to shake she held it there for a while, ”All I can suggest now is you try it on others, you know how I move now so it wouldn’t help you in your learning. Anyway, any more questions Roderick?”
