Alright. Got a particular weapon you want to use, or am I supplyin' today? [They enter the arena not long after that and there's a pile of weapons off to the side to choose from.]
Cool. Let's start small. [He'll fish a decent-sized dagger out of the pile to hand over, drawing his own sword.] Knives are only for the bravest and quickest fighters. It's a risk-taker since you don't get the same reach or power as a bigger blade, but you get the advantage of it being small and easy to hide. You can draw it and attack much faster than someone with a sword could. It'll be easier to teach you this way, too, instead of trying to get you started on a full-sized sword.
Good start. Why don't you come at me and we'll see what you can do first. Then we can make adjustments and I'll teach you how to avoid other people's blocks.
he'll lunge right at cunning for a vital area—straightforward, but intentionally so for the purpose of this exercise. no hesitation either; he's obviously not afraid to hurt someone.]
[Well that's improvement from some other duels, so when Ray lunges he waits just long enough before he brings his sword up to block, taking a step back to root himself down.]
You're already leagues ahead of people who're afraid of drawing a little blood. [Hm.] Try again. Get past my block.
Can't hit someone without the intent to make the strike land, right?
[this time, he tries to go for a feint—aiming higher and then going low (namely because when cunning is tall and ray is, at the moment, not, lower is really all he can do...).]
[No comment, but there's a sound that's probably agreement before he prepares himself. Ray goes high and then dives, dagger catching on Cunning's hand as he blocks at the last minute. It should probably stab him? But somehow it lands a hit and doesn't actually mark him up.]
You're doing better than some of the kids I've trained for months longer. [So that's helpful.] ...you've been here for the last month and a half. [...Ray did you start learning since you've been here specifically wtf.]
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[Because he's up. Time to train, small child, let's go.]
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That's the idea. I'm quick on my feet, at least.
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he'll lunge right at cunning for a vital area—straightforward, but intentionally so for the purpose of this exercise. no hesitation either; he's obviously not afraid to hurt someone.]
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You're already leagues ahead of people who're afraid of drawing a little blood. [Hm.] Try again. Get past my block.
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[this time, he tries to go for a feint—aiming higher and then going low (namely because when cunning is tall and ray is, at the moment, not, lower is really all he can do...).]
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Better. How long have you been fighting?
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[he sure did.]
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Who've you been training with?
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[He apparently doesn't mind that a 12 year old stabbed somebody.]