PM to join [Anthonius Fighters Pit] A Pressed Lesson (Tessabelle)

[Kaie]

Kaie arched a brow at the reserved woman who so suddenly altered her way of dress drastically. Well, in barbarian terms that is. Nonetheless it was enough to show Kaie has time wasn't being completely wasted. Instead she had been shown her new "student" had a genuine interest and was worth giving pointers to. Maybe there was some hope for her yet. Or so she had thought until Tessabelle actually threw the punch...

Lazily the woman sighed and stepped off center, out of the way of the strike. It was slow and shaky like any beginner. Immediately Kaie could point out flaws all over the place, but all she believed could be fixed with focus and enthusiasm if she had the time. The Myrian caught the fist while it was sailing past her, fingers wrapping around the woman's wrist tightly. Her other hand came to the fist and reformed the finger placement until it was a tighter, firmer clenched fist. Then she brought her hand upon the flat plane created with a nod of her head.

"Strong. Always strong when you strike. Once you decide, never be hesitant. Strike hard and true. Remember to twist your hips when you punch, too. That's where a lot of the power comes from," She started sternly though there was no malice or impatience in her words. Instead she moved on entirely rather than lingering. Muddy colored eyes followed the woman's feet in the dark with a frown at their placement. Flat. Inward. Wrong.

"Fix your feet. Don't point them inward so much. And get off your heels. Always be on the balls of your feet, ready to react. When you punch, always step with it. Never be flat footed," The Myrian coached firmly and then backed away from the woman two paced. With enough space, she conducted her own demonstration. Falling into her stance with her guard up to defend against an imaginary enemy, Kaie prepared to make a move. First her lead foot stepped forward toward her imaginary attacker. Then coming right off her lead shoulder, She hurled a clenched fist forward and twisted her hips with it for power. As soon as she hit the unseen target, her hand rocketed back into her guard. When her demonstration was over she stepped in again to the Ethaefal. Kaie then gestured for the woman to try again.

[Tessabelle]

"Strong, got it." Tessabelle nodded, her face had a bold look on her face as she made no eye contact with the intimidating Myrian. The Ethfael put no effort in her punch and saw that one coming. When she thought everything else was right, Kaie couldn't of prove her wrong like she has been during this lesson. At least she didn't leave her flat on her face. There was also no irritable tone to her voice either. The young girl could only guess it wasn't Kaie's first time dealing with a fool.


She fixed her stand and it wasn't as bad as it was before but probably wasn't merely close to the flawless stand Kaie would have. As Kaie demonstrated, she watched closely. Paying attention to every detail, movement and strike she made at her imaginary enemy. There was no way Tessabelle could ever mimic such a headstrong warrior like Kaie. But she'll try anyways.


She raised her fist and moved her leg forward, locking it into place. Sweet god of the moon, please that this weak Ethfael get this right. She mentally prayed to the god as she closed her eyes just for a quick second to think about what to do. She just had to get it right. She just had to prove to this Myrian that she can do it!

The images of Kaie's demonstration flowed into her head and she carefully watch again before opening her eyes quickly and moving forward. Her fist was clenched tight as she striked, her hips not twisting as much as they should be but just enough for her to make a quick punch.

[Kaie]

The Ethaefal began to repair her stance as Kaie suggested, and though it did resemble something of a fighting position, it wasn't anything competent. One could easily tell she was still out of place and unfamiliar with the discipline. A bit awkward, balanced, and uncertain as well. Then again, Kaie didn't think she was a fighter with perfection to be worshiped over, either. What mattered was Tessebella was genuinely trying. She watched and studied Kaie's movements during her demonstration. There was an unspoken will Kaie saw in her in the moonlight. She felt it. Perhaps she did have potential after all. All lies in spirit.

Eyes flashed open and Kaie knew what was to come. The strike was thrown hard and quick, all moving forward. Immediately the Myrian picked up issues in the form. More twisting in the hips, stepping, and less recklessness was needed. This was indeed a learning process.

Gracefully the Myrian stepped off center to the side, watching the fist fly past her harmlessly. In a real match she would've immediately looked to counter. Here she would forfeit that opportunity if only to keep a lighter tone to the practice. Instincts were still active, however, causing a reflexive knocking away of the arm.

"Much better. Don't throw your whole body into the punch for future reference. Doing so makes you the easiest target for a counter. Now we go for real. Oh, and try not to be so predictable. Surprise me," Kaie said with finality, beginning to back away from the woman. There was a glint to her eye that signaled her hidden enthusiasm. One could easily see the joy she earned from such games. Still, she lifted her hands in a loose guard. Falling back into her stance and smiling, she gestured for the woman to test her novice skills.

[Tessabelle]

Tessabelle was disappointed to see her attack be easily dodged. And she thought she had put so much effort into this attack but Kaie could still find so many flaws in it. That was probably one thing Tessabelle envied about Kaie. How was she so flexible with her fighting skills and training? During the hunt for Opal, it was the first thing she recognized. The way she navigated herself was incredible.

This was it. No more practicing, they needed to fight for real. Tessabelle stepped a few feet back and faced Kaie again, her heart was beating so fast."I'm chicken dinner." Tess hesitated for a moment then smiled back at her opponent. She can't show fear no matter what. She started off leaping towards Kaie but than her dancing kicked in and she ended up jumping in a graceful manner. Slowing down she acted as if she were going straight for the punch.


Only to change and go for the stomach. As her fist came, her knee came up just as fast. It was the only "surprising thing she knew to do. Tessabelle thought there was no other way to approach her.

[Kaie]

The Myrian looked at Tessabelle and thought one thing: amateur. She was as new as anyone to the discipline and Kaie was going well out of her way to be civil about it. Call it some repressed guilt for practically attacking the Ethaefal on false pretenses. Kaie wouldn't dare admit such a thing though if accused of it.

Ah, here we go. Run right in, try to juke me out sloppily, and then right for my face. Goddess, another season of this and I'll be able to dodge this stuff in my sleep.

And Tessabelle did only what Kaie expected her to. Running, jumping, she looked far more like a misplaced dancer than a fighter. Then she was all slow, broadcasting exactly what she was about to do. Straight punch. Kaie should've bet money on it. Now all she'd have to do was...

Shyke!

The punched seemed to change its course and aim far lower than her face. Quick reaction alone allowed Kaie to knock it away from her just in time. There was nothing really graceful about it, more just self preservation kicking in. She hadn't even made time to counter with the opening when a knee came up right after. Only to nail her right in her middle.

The savage woman let out a growl upon the impact. It was definitely the shock value that really got her. Kaie had to hand it to the Ethaefal. She sure gave her a powerful reminder not to underestimate even the most ignorant fighters. Now she'd be paying for it.

"Good! That's good. Unpredictable. Makes it hard for the opponent to react. Very good!" The Myrian woman claimed in a huff, shoving the woman away as soon as she made contact. It was probably best not to counter her hard like she would had it been anyone else. Besides, her goal was to build the woman's confidence, not knock it down by throwing her on her ass.

"There's a lot of different punches to throw. Hooks, jabs, uppercuts. Whatever suits you. Petch it, throw in some kicks if you like. It's all about reading your opponent and capitalizing on the weaknesses they present...Or the ones you create for them."

OOC:Sorry this took a while! Delays needed to occur as soccer season picks up for playoffs. Thanks for your patience!