it may be rage or maybe hope, i wanna know your phobia
"I'm sure you picked up some pointers though Sammy," she replied with a grin aimed at the man. Aisha was in a fairly jovial mood today, a nice contrast from her more determined attitude of late. Talk of swordplay always cheered her up, the thrill of a battle and an interested partner. She was always grateful for those eager learners and willing teachers, who would test their mettle against her own.
Finally they'd come to the courtyard, hidden by a rusted gate and in a secluded little corner of the grounds. It was seemingly perfect for the task ahead, a nice flat area where Sam could explore without the pressures of a watching eye (well those that weren't hers). She nodded to him, "It's perfect." After a quick circle of the clearing, and curious inspection of the dried fountain, Aisha turned to her student.
"So! Wanna find some sticks to use as swords for the day? Or if you want to go even more basic I'll let you use mine and I'll just show you some stances and thrusts."
Finally they'd come to the courtyard, hidden by a rusted gate and in a secluded little corner of the grounds. It was seemingly perfect for the task ahead, a nice flat area where Sam could explore without the pressures of a watching eye (well those that weren't hers). She nodded to him, "It's perfect." After a quick circle of the clearing, and curious inspection of the dried fountain, Aisha turned to her student.
"So! Wanna find some sticks to use as swords for the day? Or if you want to go even more basic I'll let you use mine and I'll just show you some stances and thrusts."
AISHA
