Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2016 16:32:10 GMT -5
Remaining stood behind her, tall and broad, Mace was close enough that he saw the shrug of her shoulders as she forced her muscles to carry out his suggestion. That was good of her, to do so, as it suggested to him that she was finally making effort to follow his instruction without questioning it. He did not mean for her to relax so that her mind and body became lazy, he did not mean for her to relax so that she became tired and dull – and he figured she knew that. But it was important that she did not curve her spine, or dig her heels so hard into the ground that her hips ached.
Her anticipation of an attack that never came was written all about her body, and it gave a skilled fighter- a man who had trained for this purpose since birth – all the instruction he would need to topple her. If one controlled their impulse, one controlled their enemy. Concentration, focus, a readiness – these things were all mandatory of course, but intensity was a curse. To want something too fearlessly, to feel too desperate – those moments clouded ones judgement. It was something he had been taught, a lesson he had always learnt and passed on when it was his turn to work with the training knights and the lads about the palace – and he bestowed it upon her now; ”I was once told, that a man who knows his death is upon him and readily accepts it, will always fight better and survive longer than a man who desperately tries to deny death.”
Letting her a moment to unpick the sense in his words, he came away from her and circled back around in front of her. ”Drop the position- return to something natural.” He asked of her, voice much softer and containing a much greater level of patience now. And, expecting her to follow his instruction once more, he waited for her to do so before he asked; ”now find the placement I showed you-“ Time to see how quickly she learnt.
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@peyton
Her anticipation of an attack that never came was written all about her body, and it gave a skilled fighter- a man who had trained for this purpose since birth – all the instruction he would need to topple her. If one controlled their impulse, one controlled their enemy. Concentration, focus, a readiness – these things were all mandatory of course, but intensity was a curse. To want something too fearlessly, to feel too desperate – those moments clouded ones judgement. It was something he had been taught, a lesson he had always learnt and passed on when it was his turn to work with the training knights and the lads about the palace – and he bestowed it upon her now; ”I was once told, that a man who knows his death is upon him and readily accepts it, will always fight better and survive longer than a man who desperately tries to deny death.”
Letting her a moment to unpick the sense in his words, he came away from her and circled back around in front of her. ”Drop the position- return to something natural.” He asked of her, voice much softer and containing a much greater level of patience now. And, expecting her to follow his instruction once more, he waited for her to do so before he asked; ”now find the placement I showed you-“ Time to see how quickly she learnt.
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@peyton