Youth vs Experience
Malalia
05-27-2020, 05:31 PM
Nothing long lasting.... Nevermind that the woman had said it was a good strategy. Mal's ears flattened, a clash of determination and frustration stirring her at that one sticking point. It seemed that with every teacher she faced, she would have to rework something in her repertoire. With Sirius, it was weapons. With Cairo, it'd been getting in a wolf's guard.
And here, she'd have thought the claws would've helped that hit and run technique, making her blows more meaningful. And it had, in some of her spars -- but it would only go so far, it seemed. There's still so much more to learn...
So, she would learn it all. Ears flitting upwards, the sparks danced in her eyes once, twice with the strike of Resin's claws across the stone platform. The young woman rose. Her eyes trained on the spot that Resin had hit, then floated back up to the woman. Distractions, distractions. Fitting, almost. She was itching to fight, not learn how to flee, but she swallowed down the protest. The young warrior would take anything that the gray woman had to give her.
Malalia darted forward, and swiped her claws hard against the platform, earning nothing but an ear-piercing screech of steel upon stone, and perhaps the faintest smell of smoke -- but, no sparks. She growled lowly, and backed away again to reset. This time, with the opposite paw, she tried again with a lighter, skimming-the-surface movement. Her tail wagged a little as a flurry of bright sparks went up. Not quite the shower that Resin had produced, but hey, it was something.
And here, she'd have thought the claws would've helped that hit and run technique, making her blows more meaningful. And it had, in some of her spars -- but it would only go so far, it seemed. There's still so much more to learn...
So, she would learn it all. Ears flitting upwards, the sparks danced in her eyes once, twice with the strike of Resin's claws across the stone platform. The young woman rose. Her eyes trained on the spot that Resin had hit, then floated back up to the woman. Distractions, distractions. Fitting, almost. She was itching to fight, not learn how to flee, but she swallowed down the protest. The young warrior would take anything that the gray woman had to give her.
Malalia darted forward, and swiped her claws hard against the platform, earning nothing but an ear-piercing screech of steel upon stone, and perhaps the faintest smell of smoke -- but, no sparks. She growled lowly, and backed away again to reset. This time, with the opposite paw, she tried again with a lighter, skimming-the-surface movement. Her tail wagged a little as a flurry of bright sparks went up. Not quite the shower that Resin had produced, but hey, it was something.