It's never the same

Watching her, he let out a soft sigh and realised this was going to be harder than he had expected. How had his grandfather always managed to spin clumsy slaves into fighters? He looked at little Ignita critically. Was it his teaching skills, or the material he had to work with?

“That’ll do” He decided as she asked him if her stance was any better. Moving on. Still watching her critically, the young Warlord continued with his instructions. “tuck your chin, and dig your claws into the earth a little. You want to be limber, and bendable, and hard to grab. Now, circle me, and consider those motions and how to keep them going as you move.” He instructed her.


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