Speech | Thoughts
"Alright - no compromising," Naia said, more to herself than any other, a small giggle of defeat leaving her before she nodded shortly, taking every ounce of information she could from the words spoken prior, rolling them over in her mind as she made as many key little links between what was said and what occurred when she acted.
An analysis was, in short, something she took to with fervour, more so with fighting than writing. The later could scarcely be done without a wealth of background knowledge, and exploits into context and technique, often causing Naia to either ensure she was already well-read, or press herself to rectify such before taking part in the pleasure, but the former? At least something could be taken from a fight, regardless of level; even if such ‘taking’ was merely noting how stern or practised, or unbreakable a stance at a certain proficiency.
Her attempt at a punch was rather tragic, though it was interesting enough for the Svefra to see how the reaction played out. Her punch, rather than the full hit like she’d hoped, merely grazed him as he moved. For a man who was tall and broad, though not necessarily overly muscular in appearance, she hadn’t expected him to be that dense. It was like hitting a stone wall, not that she herself was particularly strong, and the hit not quite full on.
She wasn’t expecting the quick encroach into her personal space, the swift movements which transpired afterwards were a whirl of movement and splintering pain that tore up her side. It was nothing unbearable, though she still wished she could have done without.
The movement pushed her back a couple of paces, though her foot was light enough that she managed to catch her balance and mind before she was at too great a danger of falling. That little act, she thought, was turned out quite well for someone of her obvious lack of skill.
For the moment her mind was preoccupied, body shifting uncomfortably as she tried and tested a stance that pleased her, putting out of thought the dull pain that shot from her side, and mind still reeling at what had just occurred. “Dodge, and deflection?” she said, the increasing pitch to her words as she spoke practically screaming caution as uncertainty, quick breath a tell tale sign as to how out of practice she was.
As for the other, she didn’t have the faintest of ideas. “Bracing for impact, perhaps?- I’m drawing a blank.” She shook her head as she tried to clear her words, the frown that took over her as she slackened her attempt at a stance pushing her closer to the 'thinking' mindset, though still nothing well enough that she could draw on anything more than the odd past experience. A tick more whirling thoughts and she offered a shrug, as much of a sign that she was unsure as she could muster.
An analysis was, in short, something she took to with fervour, more so with fighting than writing. The later could scarcely be done without a wealth of background knowledge, and exploits into context and technique, often causing Naia to either ensure she was already well-read, or press herself to rectify such before taking part in the pleasure, but the former? At least something could be taken from a fight, regardless of level; even if such ‘taking’ was merely noting how stern or practised, or unbreakable a stance at a certain proficiency.
Her attempt at a punch was rather tragic, though it was interesting enough for the Svefra to see how the reaction played out. Her punch, rather than the full hit like she’d hoped, merely grazed him as he moved. For a man who was tall and broad, though not necessarily overly muscular in appearance, she hadn’t expected him to be that dense. It was like hitting a stone wall, not that she herself was particularly strong, and the hit not quite full on.
She wasn’t expecting the quick encroach into her personal space, the swift movements which transpired afterwards were a whirl of movement and splintering pain that tore up her side. It was nothing unbearable, though she still wished she could have done without.
The movement pushed her back a couple of paces, though her foot was light enough that she managed to catch her balance and mind before she was at too great a danger of falling. That little act, she thought, was turned out quite well for someone of her obvious lack of skill.
For the moment her mind was preoccupied, body shifting uncomfortably as she tried and tested a stance that pleased her, putting out of thought the dull pain that shot from her side, and mind still reeling at what had just occurred. “Dodge, and deflection?” she said, the increasing pitch to her words as she spoke practically screaming caution as uncertainty, quick breath a tell tale sign as to how out of practice she was.
As for the other, she didn’t have the faintest of ideas. “Bracing for impact, perhaps?- I’m drawing a blank.” She shook her head as she tried to clear her words, the frown that took over her as she slackened her attempt at a stance pushing her closer to the 'thinking' mindset, though still nothing well enough that she could draw on anything more than the odd past experience. A tick more whirling thoughts and she offered a shrug, as much of a sign that she was unsure as she could muster.