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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 11:25:41 GMT -8
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Hearing her words, and trying to will himself to listen to her. It was hard for him, but he was trying. Slowly he moved this time, leading with his right foot and being very aware to not let it cross his left foot as he tried all of this again.
In slower motion, though he still didn't see how this would feel less stiff in time. It was hard to imagine it being fluid when it didn't even come close to feeling that way for him. It just felt stupid.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 12:42:34 GMT -8
"Better" Bastille commented bluntly then stepped back allowing him to do it on his own.
"now we practice this for an hour" she said, her face smug as she went to sit down and watch from a distance, calculating what in his stance need adjusting before they could go over the variation of sword swings. Forget doing it normally, where you spent weeks with footwork- this guy's patience level was his lowest state in her mind.
"Relax love, You're legs are your own, I doubt they will reach around and kill you" But alas, she was having too much fun being in the power role. Maybe she could drag this out. Not like it would hurt- much.... She had a feeling she would pay for this later. For now, the cats grin was rather comfy sitting on her lips.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 12:49:15 GMT -8
The worst part was he knew how much she had to be enjoying this. With there history there was no way she could not be having a field day with this. He couldn't dwell on that thought though, it would surely cause his blood to boil.
"You can't be serious."
He said incredulously when she said he had to practice that for an hour. That was so long! And he wasn't even swinging the sword! His shoulders squared as he grumbled some choice words that would not be fit for children to hear.
"Fine, whatever."
He would do it. Grudgingly, but he would do it.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 12:52:54 GMT -8
She kept her expression mild and rather bored most of the time, shouting out demands for him to square his shoulders or loosen his thighs. She would stand up at the end of the hour and quickly lung at him, seeing what his reaction would be as he sword was now fully drawn.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 13:00:49 GMT -8
He grit his teeth at each of her demands, but he complied. She was lucky that she kept her expression bored though. If she had been outwardly smug about it he might have just walked out. And in a foul mood no less.
When she lunged at him his first reaction was to step back in the same way he had been. Just habit for the last hour. His own sword shooting out to try and stab her with his longer reach.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 13:22:05 GMT -8
She twisted and blocked his stab block move and smirked, winding up right in front of him.
"Good." She snickered, the blood lust still in her eyes. She blinked and it was gone, stepping back to look at him.
"Now... sword movements"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 13:25:02 GMT -8
He tried to twist his blade around her parry but he was not used to fighting with blades and it just drove him further off target, much to his annoyance. Annoyance that subsided slightly as she announced that they would be moving on to sword movements.
"About damn time."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 13:31:55 GMT -8
"don't be smart with me- do you actually want to learn or not?" she said dangerously. She then stepped back, preparing her own foot work. She was so used to training with ballet move and gymnastics that basic fencing was sometimes hard to retain.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 13:34:00 GMT -8
"Would you rather I play dumb?"
He asked obviously being smart with her. He was doing what she said, he was keeping his sarcasm and storm clouds. Probably, might change if he started having fun. But as of right now he was not.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 13:51:26 GMT -8
Bastille, fun? Who was he thinking of.
"sure, if it makes you feel better" she said in her bored tone.
"We'll practice lunging once you can master sword swings with the basic one to two step."
But she agreed, if he wanted to learn he'd have to want to learn. He obviously wanted to enough to follow what she said without much snide remark. However, would it be terrible to give him rewards- but her creativity was severely cut short at the moment. She took the beginning stance.
"There are four basic blocks.- upward left, upward right, downward left, downward right. I could go on and on about parry of the sixth or parry of the fourth but details aside, blocks are called parrying."
She move her sword in the block motions as she mentioned them, ending with her sword back at center- held up and ready.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 13:56:52 GMT -8
He rolled his eyes when she said he could play dumb if it made him feel better. Whatever, he was going to do what he wanted. They both knew that.
"Yeah, I already know that."
He knew blocking was called parrying. He also knew the term riposte. He was more interested in how to do it rather than what they were called. But she was going to say her piece either way. He watched her movements with the parries and like with the footwork he would attempt to replicate her movements with the blade.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 14:06:34 GMT -8
She watched him. Then she showed him with foot work, her left foot being dominant in this case but most of her opponents found out the hard way she was equally skilled on both feet. She moved forward and blocked, twisting the blade from her palm down to palm up to the left, then across her body and opposite for the other side. She skipped back with a spring in her step. She then went forward again, the fluid fox like motion in her feet making the rigidity virtually invisible.
She twisted palm sideways to down and again, opposite across her body to the other side.
"Lets see then" She said standing still and flicking her blade to the side again. But before he could start she walked over and grabbed his hand moving it in the motions.
"1....2....3...4..and back....1...2..3...4.. and back- Practice with the footwork and memorize those numbers" She was going to make this like Karate Kid ...'cept...more like fencing kid.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 14:13:08 GMT -8
If she had been a wise old Chinese man he probably wouldn't have a problem with that. But she wasn't so he was still annoyed as she took his hand and moved it through the motions, showing him. He shot her a quick side glance full of venom, but it was brief.
"Yeah, sure."
And once more he bit his tongue and got to work practicing the movements. Counting to four in his head with each rotation. It was to the point he feared he would be dreaming of counting tonight.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 14:20:39 GMT -8
"2 3 1 4" She said, standing not far from him. Now to switch up the rotations. If he could learn to block in all manner of combinations and master footing...then they could play around with the cool foot work which would not be as fun or easy as Bastille made it look, and after that...then they could play with attacks. Attacks would be last. Then he could duel her....She was quickly formulating how best to train him effectively and quickly ....so she ignored his look of venom. She'd shot the same one to Master DeQuincey when he was teaching her. What she had learned in three years, she would attempt to teach her fiance the basics of in the months. She figured by that time she would be too big to play around as trainer anymore. But they were still on day one...of month one. Foot work was essential, and he picked it up quickly enough. Thank the gods he was already a fighter- they didn't have to start with focus.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 14:23:30 GMT -8
He slipped up a bit when she switched the rotation on him. He had been engrossed in his pattern that it took half a second hesitation for him to switch to the new order. A half a second he was sure she would pounce on.
Though now he had a better idea of the rules. He wouldn't let himself go in to auto pilot with the patterns again. Not if she was going to switch them up on him at random.
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