Timestamp: Summer 50, 512 AV
Time: Midday
Location: Just Outside the City Gates
Who: Gianne Basete
"That's just sad fishy. So sad. You can't even hold the damn knife right."
Liandra looked over at her friend Gehren and scowled. "Then how the petch do I hold it if you're so smart."
The ghost Akalak snatched the bone knife from her hand, "Since you're a novice, we need to find what's comfortable for you first. Which hand is your offense hand?"
She looked at him perplexed, "I don't kn--!" The ghost brought down and over head stab, quick, lethal, and Liandra reflexively shot her left arm up to shield her as she fell backwards. "Now we know. Your left hand is your defense hand, and your right is your offense hand. Pick up the blade." With that, the ghost threw the blade in front of her feet, blade sinking into the soft soil. She reached down and grabbed it, her hand wrapping around it in an over hand fashioned. She pulled it out and held it before the ghost, "That's how you will hold it, it's your comfort grip, if you can master that, the rest of the grips and styles will come easier. Now, try and kill me. I mean it, and I'll be fighting you back. Get upset, get emotional. This is going to hurt."
Liandra held the blade nervously before her, the blade parallel to the ground, pointing to her left. She couldn't just attack to kill someone, she hesitated, a moment too long, when the ghost's open palm crashed down upon her cheek with the force of a full grown Olidosipux. The slap sent her to the ground, the knife slipping from her hands. "Don't hesitate again. Pick yourself up, and don't ever, ever drop your blade again."
Liandra struggled to pick herself up from the unforgiving ground, her face throbbing from the blow. She grabbed the knife once more and held it out in front of her, "Come at me fish, prove to me that you are worth keeping around. Prove it to me, or I'll kill you right here and now, and no one will be any wiser. So attack me girl!"
Liandra glared at him, and he moved his hand toward her, a feint. She flinched at first, but her right hand struck outward, attempting to slash him across the collar bone. She was rewarded with a strike on the wrist. She almost dropped the blade right then and there, but she gritted her teeth, and forced herself through the pain, and gripped it tighter. Her forward motion brought her stumbling through the ghost, and he smacked her on the back of the head, sending her sprawling onto her stomach.
"Much better! Now keep your feet beneath you, don't lean so far into it. And pick yourself up girl, it looks like we have a visitor." She turned toward him, starting to get up, as she saw him looking toward the gates, to see who was approaching.
Time: Midday
Location: Just Outside the City Gates
Who: Gianne Basete
"That's just sad fishy. So sad. You can't even hold the damn knife right."
Liandra looked over at her friend Gehren and scowled. "Then how the petch do I hold it if you're so smart."
The ghost Akalak snatched the bone knife from her hand, "Since you're a novice, we need to find what's comfortable for you first. Which hand is your offense hand?"
She looked at him perplexed, "I don't kn--!" The ghost brought down and over head stab, quick, lethal, and Liandra reflexively shot her left arm up to shield her as she fell backwards. "Now we know. Your left hand is your defense hand, and your right is your offense hand. Pick up the blade." With that, the ghost threw the blade in front of her feet, blade sinking into the soft soil. She reached down and grabbed it, her hand wrapping around it in an over hand fashioned. She pulled it out and held it before the ghost, "That's how you will hold it, it's your comfort grip, if you can master that, the rest of the grips and styles will come easier. Now, try and kill me. I mean it, and I'll be fighting you back. Get upset, get emotional. This is going to hurt."
Liandra held the blade nervously before her, the blade parallel to the ground, pointing to her left. She couldn't just attack to kill someone, she hesitated, a moment too long, when the ghost's open palm crashed down upon her cheek with the force of a full grown Olidosipux. The slap sent her to the ground, the knife slipping from her hands. "Don't hesitate again. Pick yourself up, and don't ever, ever drop your blade again."
Liandra struggled to pick herself up from the unforgiving ground, her face throbbing from the blow. She grabbed the knife once more and held it out in front of her, "Come at me fish, prove to me that you are worth keeping around. Prove it to me, or I'll kill you right here and now, and no one will be any wiser. So attack me girl!"
Liandra glared at him, and he moved his hand toward her, a feint. She flinched at first, but her right hand struck outward, attempting to slash him across the collar bone. She was rewarded with a strike on the wrist. She almost dropped the blade right then and there, but she gritted her teeth, and forced herself through the pain, and gripped it tighter. Her forward motion brought her stumbling through the ghost, and he smacked her on the back of the head, sending her sprawling onto her stomach.
"Much better! Now keep your feet beneath you, don't lean so far into it. And pick yourself up girl, it looks like we have a visitor." She turned toward him, starting to get up, as she saw him looking toward the gates, to see who was approaching.
