I won't give in, til I reach the end, and then I'll start again

Much to Artorias' surprise and delight, Tika assumed a pretty good battle stance. He nodded his approval, walking around to her left, then to her right, inspecting her posture as he went. "That's pretty good!" he remarked, coming back to stand next to her. "Remember to try and keep your head aligned with your back. That way your neck and spine stay straight and you can get more force into your lunges and pounces." He positioned his paws firmly on the ground and took a balanced stance next to his sister, keeping his head and back in a near perfect straight line. His ears pinned back to his head and his tail curled under to cover his vulnerable belly. "See how I'm keeping my ears back and tail under me? That keeps them safe in case an enemy decides to go for them," he went on to explain to her. "As you move, you can move your tail for balance too. Your ears should always stay back though."

Knowing that he learned best from practice, Artorias began to circle around the grass at a slow pace. Without warning, he shifted and leaped to the side as if he were dodging an incoming attack, his tail unfurling from beneath him as he landed to counteract his momentum and balance himself out. Art made a bit of a show of bouncing from side to side, using a combination of his agility and training to show off just a little bit. Every step and move was practiced, and although not flawless or refined it showed the tremendous amount of dedication and effort he had put into his training. "Your turn! Try moving about like you were fighting someone. Watch your footing—the last thing you need in a real fight is to trip or stumble." He stepped back to allow her some space to work, watching as he practiced with her. "Don't worry about trying to be perfect with your movements right now. It's more important to get a feel for things first."