After a few moments Clyde began to catch his breath which had been lost by the moments exertion. He supposed the exercise and training was good for him, but it didn't make lying sore on the ground short of breath feel any better in the moment.
Her statement of his repeated death wasn't surprising to him, but then he'd known going in how his skill paled in comparison to Sayana's in this arena.
He was more surprised by her concise compliment on his small momentary success, or more so that he'd managed to have one.
Once his breath had mostly returned to him Clyde managed to regather his feet, and took the few steps needed to pick up the dagger he'd been wielding.
Her next question left Clyde more confused than most she posed him, not really making sense in any sense.
“What the petch is a commander of Sahova? Sahova doesn't have commanders, its not a rank that exists within their structure. Ravok, of course. I'm a Wizard by rank in Sahova.”
He wasn't sure if Sayana was joking, but he'd been under the impression that everyone who'd been to Ravok knew of the Stryfe, and if not knowing all of the ranks knew of the bottom few including that of a commander. Above a base soldier, which was no mean feat to accomplish, but below a paladin.
As for what a Druvin was, well Clyde knew most everyone in Ravok or who'd been there would be familiar with the term and concept. He assumed Sayana knew what that was from the way she'd worded the question, and since she followed up with an actual direct question. Whether that was her intention or not he wouldn't know, possibly requiring her to ask again to clarify and make herself clear to him.
He had thought Sayana had knew of his position, but as he considered it he supposed it had never come up directly.
As their lesson pressed onward, Clyde listened to Sayana's words, pondering the things she spoke of. Most of it made a logical sense, even if he'd not directly considered it before.
Fast strikes by surprise could end a bout then and there, the close quarters lending danger and opportunity to both sides. He'd thrown a dagger before, though he only half remembered the event. It hadn't been on purpose, and had involved an item he'd been Magecrafting. An item he'd manage to imbed in a stone wall, more due to the items magic than his own capability. Particularly since at the time he'd not been trying to throw it.
Clyde would wait for Sayana to finish her work at cooking, likely while answering any follow up questions derived from his last answer to her direct question. Once she was done it seemed they were on to another bout before passing onto another part of the lesson.
Once Sayana was ready Clyde would hold up his dagger in an upward pointing grip, considering her as an opponent.
Clyde had size on his side, along with longer limbs. Sayana on the other hand had more limbs, and hands, along with much greater skill.
Coming at her more or less directly, his only real option as she knew he was coming, Clyde started with a thrust at her neck, followed by a slash at any open flesh he could find nearby. If that didn't work he'd try a few stabs at her gut, half attempting her earlier attack at the end though without the same gusto or skill.
Her statement of his repeated death wasn't surprising to him, but then he'd known going in how his skill paled in comparison to Sayana's in this arena.
He was more surprised by her concise compliment on his small momentary success, or more so that he'd managed to have one.
Once his breath had mostly returned to him Clyde managed to regather his feet, and took the few steps needed to pick up the dagger he'd been wielding.
Her next question left Clyde more confused than most she posed him, not really making sense in any sense.
“What the petch is a commander of Sahova? Sahova doesn't have commanders, its not a rank that exists within their structure. Ravok, of course. I'm a Wizard by rank in Sahova.”
He wasn't sure if Sayana was joking, but he'd been under the impression that everyone who'd been to Ravok knew of the Stryfe, and if not knowing all of the ranks knew of the bottom few including that of a commander. Above a base soldier, which was no mean feat to accomplish, but below a paladin.
As for what a Druvin was, well Clyde knew most everyone in Ravok or who'd been there would be familiar with the term and concept. He assumed Sayana knew what that was from the way she'd worded the question, and since she followed up with an actual direct question. Whether that was her intention or not he wouldn't know, possibly requiring her to ask again to clarify and make herself clear to him.
He had thought Sayana had knew of his position, but as he considered it he supposed it had never come up directly.
As their lesson pressed onward, Clyde listened to Sayana's words, pondering the things she spoke of. Most of it made a logical sense, even if he'd not directly considered it before.
Fast strikes by surprise could end a bout then and there, the close quarters lending danger and opportunity to both sides. He'd thrown a dagger before, though he only half remembered the event. It hadn't been on purpose, and had involved an item he'd been Magecrafting. An item he'd manage to imbed in a stone wall, more due to the items magic than his own capability. Particularly since at the time he'd not been trying to throw it.
Clyde would wait for Sayana to finish her work at cooking, likely while answering any follow up questions derived from his last answer to her direct question. Once she was done it seemed they were on to another bout before passing onto another part of the lesson.
Once Sayana was ready Clyde would hold up his dagger in an upward pointing grip, considering her as an opponent.
Clyde had size on his side, along with longer limbs. Sayana on the other hand had more limbs, and hands, along with much greater skill.
Coming at her more or less directly, his only real option as she knew he was coming, Clyde started with a thrust at her neck, followed by a slash at any open flesh he could find nearby. If that didn't work he'd try a few stabs at her gut, half attempting her earlier attack at the end though without the same gusto or skill.