Juggling knives

“Very good, Citadel and Selene. I see you’ve naturally grabbed a lighter one Sel, and you’ve grabbed a heavier one, Cit. You’ll be faster with that one” he nodded at Selene, “And you’ll be stronger with that one.” He said, nodding this time at Citadel. He turned next to Iskandor. “What about you, Iskandor? Have you figured out what sort of blade suits you?” He asked the pale wolf, who’s height put them somewhere between Citadel and Selene.

Once all three wolves had figured out what sort of blades suited them, he would walk them through some stances and moves with their blades. “Grab a sheath, Selene and Citadel, and put your blades away until we move into the training area.” He hadn’t missed Selene’s fumble.


"Wylan Fatalis"