Closed [Bronze Woods] The sound of a whistle (Maxi)

[Akilia Dosert]

Akilia Akilia blushed embarrassed, Maxi's response was worse than she had imagined it would be. But like all things, he broke the silence allowing them both to move past that social hiccup. "So... uh... what exactly is unarmed combat? Just to clear it up for me." Maxi said. Akilia practically sighed in relief. She would think he already knew that so made the answer short. "Fighting without a weapon of course. Using your body as a weapon, like your hands and legs." She looked at him for a moment thinking of where to begin. His arms had some muscle to them so they would probably be the last body part to tire. "First lets work on your fighting technique, stance and punches." She assumed typical fighting stance; legs in a lunge position, hands balled and placed defensively in front of her face, torso forward and body balanced on the balls of her feet. "This is your defensive stance. You will be in this position before every fight, it will let your opponent know you are ready." She explained, then threw a few quick punches his way, she was careful not to accidentally jab him in the face. Then she relaxed her position and gestured for him to try. "Your turn. Try to mirror my fighting stance, I'll critique it."

[Maxi]

After the period of awkwardness passed, Maxi listened carefully to what Akilia said, nodding a few times. "Using the body like a weapon...Okay." He assumed the position she had showed him, trying his best but only managing a feeble and peculiar stance. Maximillion was leaning too far out, only making him waste his leg strength, his arms were at a strange angle, and his thumbs were curled up inside his fist. He did pretty much everything he wasn't supposed to."How does this help?! I'm just standing funny! Also, if it tell them that I'm ready won't they have an advantage? Shouldn't I keep it a secret? Why tell your enemy what you're gonna do?" It was obvious that he got the stance wrong, so he tried again, adjusting himself so he was more comfortable. This, however, led to a too relaxed stance. Now Maxi was just loitering with bent knees and semi-raised, weak willed, unconcentrated fists.

The young man threw his fists out a few times. He was really bad at this, but he was willing. Eventually he would get better. Eventually.