[He... did seem to recall her mentioning getting a few swords as a gift, but. He thought she was joking. Ah, the one time he didn't take something "too seriously" as Zhian always criticized him for.
Takame put a hand to his chin, ignoring the sense of confusion that still lingered. There was no shortage of places they could train... but this wouldn't be the first time Takame taught someone completely new with a sword how to fight. He's very aware of the likelihood of... well, accidents.
An area more secluded would be best, he thought with a low hum before looking back to Rose. Thankfully, there were a few places that fit the bill.]
I know of a place. Equip yourself and meet me outside. I'll lead you there. [Quotes uttered moments before disaster.]
[‘Accidents?’ He acts like she’s completely lacking in any physical prowess. Which, to be honest, she is. Accidents are almost certainly a given, with her build and experience.]
[She nods before returning to her room to change. She opts for something more breathable than her usual wear, and grabs the smallest and lightest sword out of the bunch, before meeting him outside and following him into a clearing.]
[Her posture, the way she holds the sword lackadaisically at her side, there’s a lot to unpack here.]
[Anyone new at a skill like this is gonna make mistakes that cause accidents, that's just how it be on this bitch of a shard.
Takame equipped himself as well, though in nothing out of the ordinary for him, as he waited for her as promised. Her chosen equipment was... sufficient, at least, there's that. But giving her a slow glance from head to toe and back up again, eyes locking briefly on her chosen blade but noting her posture as well.
He couldn't help but be tempted to ask if she was sure about this... but he knew better than to question her. And well... she was expecting something out of him. She's a novice, he reminded himself. A small start.]
[A small start, indeed. Rose moves to draw her sword, and she successfully pulls it out of her scabbard.]
['Success' being a relative term. Once the sword is out, Rose immediately fumbles, and the sword sags to the ground. Curses! She didn't expect it to be so heavy.]
oh god help them. W-well... maybe there was a better reason why it slipped. If the sword was ill-suited to Rose after all, of course they wouldn't get past this first step.]
... No. Not all swords are forged the same. [you need different mats for them He took a few steps forward to get a closer view of it.]
[Rose knows a good bit about what goes into staves; a slight difference in wood can translate to a big difference in channeling ability. When it comes to swords, though, she's clueless.]
[She works to pick up her sword off the ground and hold it steady. She's trying her best to keep it up, but it's clear her arms are slightly trembling.]
That may help. I'm not used to something so heavy.
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Takame put a hand to his chin, ignoring the sense of confusion that still lingered. There was no shortage of places they could train... but this wouldn't be the first time Takame taught someone completely new with a sword how to fight. He's very aware of the likelihood of... well, accidents.
An area more secluded would be best, he thought with a low hum before looking back to Rose. Thankfully, there were a few places that fit the bill.]
I know of a place. Equip yourself and meet me outside. I'll lead you there. [Quotes uttered moments before disaster.]
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[She nods before returning to her room to change. She opts for something more breathable than her usual wear, and grabs the smallest and lightest sword out of the bunch, before meeting him outside and following him into a clearing.]
[Her posture, the way she holds the sword lackadaisically at her side, there’s a lot to unpack here.]
Well?
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Takame equipped himself as well, though in nothing out of the ordinary for him, as he waited for her as promised. Her chosen equipment was... sufficient, at least, there's that. But giving her a slow glance from head to toe and back up again, eyes locking briefly on her chosen blade but noting her posture as well.
He couldn't help but be tempted to ask if she was sure about this... but he knew better than to question her. And well... she was expecting something out of him. She's a novice, he reminded himself. A small start.]
Draw your blade.
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['Success' being a relative term. Once the sword is out, Rose immediately fumbles, and the sword sags to the ground. Curses! She didn't expect it to be so heavy.]
Are they all like this?
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oh god help them. W-well... maybe there was a better reason why it slipped. If the sword was ill-suited to Rose after all, of course they wouldn't get past this first step.]
... No. Not all swords are forged the same. [
you need different mats for themHe took a few steps forward to get a closer view of it.]Might I suggest a lighter one?
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[She works to pick up her sword off the ground and hold it steady. She's trying her best to keep it up, but it's clear her arms are slightly trembling.]
That may help. I'm not used to something so heavy.