Lab Protocol
10-17-2013, 01:07 PM
The King watched idly as the boy prepared himself, taking longer than profitable in an actual battle - but not long enough to cause Maverick alarm. First, the boy would square his stance, going from an informal position of just relaxing and talking to one that was prepared for warfare. Next his tail tucked protectively, followed by a lowering of his head to his spine's level. He then painted on an attempt at a menacing face - to which Maverick would quirk his brow slightly - before flattening his ears for emphasis. Maverick looked him over critically, admiring his knowledge while thinking of other things the boy could stand to learn. ?Good, good..? he would praise Crucible as he made a tight circle around his bodice. ?You have the basics down, but there are a few additions you could add in for extra protection.? Maverick brought himself up to the boy's left shoulder and nudged it lightly with his nose. ?You'll want to roll your shoulders, it sends some of the extra fur and skin on your scruff forward to protect your neck. He inched forward, tapping Crucible's muzzle lightly. ?Tuck your chin down as far as you can without compromising your vision. Your throat is the easiest way you can be harmed, so always keep it safe.? From there the King would dip his head to the bend in Crucible's left front leg. ?Bending your knees isn't always necessary, but it'll help lower your reaction time so you can move, twist, pivot, and dodge faster. It'll also lower your center of gravity and make it harder for someone to push you around.? Without hesitation the King rose and moved to stand in front of Crucible. He left three feet of distance between them as he prepared his own defenses, his head shifting down and chin tucking toward his chest. His legs squared and bent to prepare him, whilst his tail flagged out for the time being. Ears twisted back over his skull as his shoulders rolled forward. His jaw tensed and unhinged as he voiced a single phrase. ?Attack me.? In war, the only way to learn anything was through action. Emerald eyes would narrow to snakelike slits as he waited in anticipation. It had been some time since his last spar. ?speak,? |
ooc; I figure we won't make this an official has-to-be-judged spar, just kind of an informative paws-on training session <3