Stick 'em with the pointy end

Briar glanced toward Art with a bit of a grin around her practice blade as he complimented her progress–and a playful glare at the context he framed it with. He was forever and always her lecherous husband, after all. Of course she disproved his comment shortly after as she fumbled the blade a bit and it fell to the sand, but that didn't stop him from his innuendos. She picked back up where she left off easily, staying focused on her pretend opponent while Artorias supervised and gave her direction whenever she needed it. She already knew how adept he was at teaching from seeing him giving lessons to their children and their other various pack members that had needed training here and there, but it was another thing to experience his tutorage as a student and she couldn't help but admire her talented husband as he helped her hone this new skill.

After a while of this stage of their training, Artorias moved on to another aspect of wielding her new blade–attacks. She nodded as he mentioned the horizontal slash and stab that would be one of the more basic attacks she could do with her weapon and then took a step back to give him some room in front of the dummy so he could slowly go through the motion and show her the stance she would need to take to do it. She was sure that as with every style and aspect of fighting that this would be one of the things she would eventually fine tune to fit into her own style, but for now she followed Art's movements to the letter to get the basics down and get an idea of what a strong attack would look like. She watched him the first couple of times before she joined in at his insistence, glancing toward him occasionally to pick up the little details like how his paws were placed when he lunged and how he reset his stance after. She practiced a few times, keeping in mind his recommendation to focus on her accuracy rather than the speed of her attacks for now. Once she got more comfortable with the movement of the slashes and stabs she started working on making them more fluid between the two, stabbing at their training dummy several times and slashing across with a little flourish toward the end. She grinned around the hilt and looked toward Art expectantly, wondering what they'd work on next.

"Artorias & Briar Carpathius"