Chapter 56: A Talented Teacher
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Chapter 56: A Talented Teacher
Tala smiled and nodded to Den, before dropping down without another word and walking back down the moving caravan, to the chuckwagon.
She knocked on the door and almost immediately Brand ripped it open, eye twitching just slightly. Yes?
Tala almost jumped back but prevented herself from doing so. She glanced at the oxen, somewhat close behind her. That would have been unfortunate. Brand? Whats going on?
He let out an irritated breath. Oh, Mistress Tala. Good, youre here. Pleaseplease step up.
She stepped up, onto the wagons back stair, and looked inside. Within the wagon, Tala saw several other cooks all working feverishly. So, there are more than three cooks this trip. You look busy.
He gave her a flat look. Your suitor has put demands on our time.
Tala looked at Brand in confusion. Say again?
Your suitor. The boy interested in you. The man who is making my life irritatingly complex with too-reasonable-to-refuse requests.
She continued to give him a look of non-comprehension.
Brand groaned. Master Rane, Mistress.
Tala reddened, though she couldnt have said if it was with embarrassment or irritation. Hes not my suitor!
Oh? Well, you might want to clarify that then. Most men dont do this for someone they arent interested in.
She felt herself coloring, again. What happened?
Well, apparently Master Rane got the idea that you were interested in thunder bulls.
Her eyes widened. Oh, no What did he do?
Oh, yes. He cocked an eyebrow at her.
She swallowed. Go on.
Well, he took it upon himself to cleanly decapitate a small herd of the bovine: Six, in all.
Did we harvest them? Tala looked around in confusion, seeing if the carcasses might still be within range.
Oh, dont you worry, Mistress. He has a dimensional bag sized for, and I quote: Large things I might find useful, later. He stuffed them all in that sack and brought them along. Brand pointed at a clearly inscribed leather duffel bag, resting on one counter within the chuckwagon.
Why is it here, then?
Well. He gave her an exasperated look. You were apparently napping and missed his heroics. So, he consulted with Master Trent, and the good Master Trent let the indomitable Master Rane know that you had worked with us to process your previous acquisitions. He came here right away and enlisted us to process the meat: As Mistress Tala has requested in the past.
Brand, Im so sorry. I can pay for the processing How much is that going to cost? A moment later, another thought came to her. How much jerky is that going to produce?
Brand waved her away. He granted us all non-meat parts of the beast as payment.
She hesitated. Ohwow. Thats a lot of money That sounds wonderful for you. Why are you irritated? Whats the catch? I should have told him I was interested in all of the bull, not just the meatBut she didnt really want hand-outsdid she?
He threw up his hands. Do you know how to process close to five thousand pounds of meat? I cant let it rot; I cant turn him down, because youre right, this is a treasure trove! And there is no way Im alienating someone so willing to give us harvests. He gave her a look. But teach that boy some moderation.
She cleared her throat. He said he missed combat and would be happy to get some harvests, if it was convenient.
Well, it seems to have rusting been convenient. He leaned back against the doorframe and sighed wearily. Im a miner complaining that the gold seam is too large.
Tala smiled consolingly, patting him on the arm. At least we both get a lot from this, yes?
He eyed her warily. Why do you think we can process all of this?
Aside from your implications? She gave him a knowing smile. Because you clearly have some magic augmentations you dont want to admit to. She gave a mischievous grin. I can come into the chuckwagon and-
Nope! He blocked her. Youre fine out there.
You know, I was in there on the trip up, when my arm was broken.
And did you think to look around? He gave her a sly grin.
She hesitated. No, I didntwhy was that? Why didnt I feel any desire to look around the inside of your wagon, Brand?
We all have our secrets.
She pulled out the token for the order of the harvest, but Brand just snorted. Put that away. Im under a contract of indenture that bars me from sharing. Take it up with the Culinary Guild.
Are they involved in the Order?
I cannot discuss that. But he gave her a rather patronizing look, which made the answer obvious.
Fair enough. So, when can I expect my jerky?
He eyed her. You know, youre lucky we carry spices in bulk.
That doesnt sound like a timeline. She spoke with a bit of sing-song playfulness.
He laughed. Itll be done by the time we reach Bandfast. He held up a finger. Dont let him bring us anymore. Id kill myself before turning him down, and it would likely kill us to try to process it all before it goes bad.
She grinned. Fair. Ill let him know.
She turned to go, but Brand touched her shoulder. Mistress?
Yeah?
In all seriousness, talk to the boy. This is no small thing hes just done for you, and I dont want you to be maneuvered into something, because you didnt consider what was happening.
She slowly nodded. Ill see what I can do.
She shrugged. Is how really important? Yes, though. I am trying to move like you showed me.
He shook his head. No, no, that isnt right. I think I see the issue, then. Though again, Ive no idea how you got there. Your body is different, so the techniques need to be altered to accommodate the differences between our shapes, our physiology.
She nodded, understanding. Like spell-lines. To get the same result, we need slightly different forms, because of our differing structure.
I suppose? He shrugged. Im no Mage.
Alright, then. Lets get to work.
* * *
Adam stayed past the half hour hed promised, but not by much. He made sure to go back through each of the techniques hed taught her and shift them to take advantage of her own shape, her own body, while negating the difficulties of the same.
They said goodbye, and he departed, leaving her to practice, which she did.
She again went through every movement on each side, but now, she did two hundred slow repetitions and only one hundred fast, always in groups of three. Two slow, one fast.
Slow. Slow. Fast.
In that manner, she was able to draw her use of the techniques to match what Adam had changed. She was surprised at how much of a difference it made. The movements quickly went from awkward, hitching movements, to the kinesthetics feeling incredibly natural. He is a talented teacher.
It also thoroughly and utterly exhausted her.
In the end, she lay panting on the roof of the wagon, limbs spread wide, incorporator clutched in her right hand.
She drank whenever she could calm her breathing enough to allow it.
Her clothes had accommodated her elevated activity and temperature by allowing the cool breeze to reach her. It helped.
Good clothes. She was not going to name an outfit. That way lies pretension and pomposity.
She was splayed out, head towards the front of the wagon and the ladder, when she heard someone clear their throat.
She moved her hat off of her face and looked up to see Ashin peaking over the edge.
Mistress Tala?
She did her best to spin around, coming up into a seated position facing him. She mostly succeeded. Guardsman Ashin!
May Icome up?
Den huffed a laugh, but Tala ignored him, and hoped that it had been quiet enough that Ashin hadnt heard. Of course. What can I do for you? Her breathing was basically back to normal.
Ashin came up and sat. Well, I came by to spar earlier, and you were so focused that you didnt notice, so I assumed that I shouldnt disturb you. He glanced away, seeming a bit embarrassed. When I came back after that, you were sleeping.
Tala colored. Oh! Im so sorry, Ashin. You were kind enough to offer me help, then I left you unable to give it.
He smiled hesitantly. I understand. Youve a lot going on. Do you still need a sparring partner?
She opened her mouth to say no, given how worn she felt, but then hesitated. Ill have to fight tired sometimes It was possible she was pushing too hard, but she didnt allow herself to consider that. Sure! She stood, only swaying a little with the motion of the wagon.
Ashin gave her a skeptical look. Are yousure?
She nodded, giving him a come at me motion with her hands, now raised in a fighting guard. Hey! I didnt have to remember to do that. They did it on their own. Good hands! She was feeling a bit lightheaded, but it seemed to be passing. You wont be able to hurt me, so let me see what you can do.
Ashin seemed a bit hesitant but shrugged. If you insist.
Tala saw his next movements as if in slow motion. He tucked his front leg up and into his own chest, then drove his heel outward. Oh! Thats a sidekick.
To her great surprise, Tala was able to sweep his kick to the side, intercepting and redirecting it. Unfortunately, she wasnt quite fast or strong enough. His heel struck her in the chest, up near her left shoulder and knocked her backwardsoff of the roof.
She squeaked in surprise, even as his eyes went wide in horror.
Ashin lunged forward and caught her flailing hand, arresting her fall. Her heels were still on the roof, though much of her was out over the edge.
How did he move from kicking me to catching me? Despite the question, she didnt argue, clinging to his hand as he pulled her back.
Sorry about that. I wasnt thinking about what might be behind you. He looked down and away. That was foolish of me.
Tala let go of his hand, turning to look at the edge of the roof. She then looked back, meeting the eyes of the driver behind Dens wagon. He had a look of utter bafflement. Hes had quite the show, today. Im basically on a stage, in front of him She hadnt really considered that either. WellGood kick?
Ashin laughed self-consciously. That was a pretty good block. If you had allowed your shoulder to move more freely, it would have been perfect.
Move my shoulder?
He nodded. Its a hard subtlety to practice, alone. You know how you twist your torso with the block?
Yeah, it gives power and strength to it.
Well, your torso can be loose before you turn, only tightening for that movement. If you hadnt been tensing, youd have just been pushed into a twist, moving out of the way when I hit you. It might have hurt, but it wouldnt have unbalanced you very much.
Huh. She thought back to how shed been moving, considering. Im holding in the transition positions very stiffly It seemed that just knowing how to position herself wasnt enough. I need all the right muscles tense or relaxed in the right sequence to properly execute the movement. It was a bit daunting.
Ashin smiled. Honestly, though, that one movement seemed well done.
She gave him a flat look. Now, youre just patronizing me.
He held up his hands. Maybe, but I dont think so.
She growled irritably. Fine. Again. She glanced over the edge. Maybe no high kicks?
He laughed. I did that because its slower and easier to block. Never kick above the waist in a real fight. He hesitated. Well, unless you have a really, really good reason.
She shrugged. Seems fair. Her guard came up, and she advanced.
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Chapter 56: A Talented Teacher
Tala smiled and nodded to Den, before dropping down without another word and walking back down the moving caravan, to the chuckwagon.
She knocked on the door and almost immediately Brand ripped it open, eye twitching just slightly. Yes?
Tala almost jumped back but prevented herself from doing so. She glanced at the oxen, somewhat close behind her. That would have been unfortunate. Brand? Whats going on?
He let out an irritated breath. Oh, Mistress Tala. Good, youre here. Pleaseplease step up.
She stepped up, onto the wagons back stair, and looked inside. Within the wagon, Tala saw several other cooks all working feverishly. So, there are more than three cooks this trip. You look busy.
He gave her a flat look. Your suitor has put demands on our time.
Tala looked at Brand in confusion. Say again?
Your suitor. The boy interested in you. The man who is making my life irritatingly complex with too-reasonable-to-refuse requests.
She continued to give him a look of non-comprehension.
Brand groaned. Master Rane, Mistress.
Tala reddened, though she couldnt have said if it was with embarrassment or irritation. Hes not my suitor!
Oh? Well, you might want to clarify that then. Most men dont do this for someone they arent interested in.
She felt herself coloring, again. What happened?
Well, apparently Master Rane got the idea that you were interested in thunder bulls.
Her eyes widened. Oh, no What did he do?
Oh, yes. He cocked an eyebrow at her.
She swallowed. Go on.
Well, he took it upon himself to cleanly decapitate a small herd of the bovine: Six, in all.
Did we harvest them? Tala looked around in confusion, seeing if the carcasses might still be within range.
Oh, dont you worry, Mistress. He has a dimensional bag sized for, and I quote: Large things I might find useful, later. He stuffed them all in that sack and brought them along. Brand pointed at a clearly inscribed leather duffel bag, resting on one counter within the chuckwagon.
Why is it here, then?
Well. He gave her an exasperated look. You were apparently napping and missed his heroics. So, he consulted with Master Trent, and the good Master Trent let the indomitable Master Rane know that you had worked with us to process your previous acquisitions. He came here right away and enlisted us to process the meat: As Mistress Tala has requested in the past.
Brand, Im so sorry. I can pay for the processing How much is that going to cost? A moment later, another thought came to her. How much jerky is that going to produce?
Brand waved her away. He granted us all non-meat parts of the beast as payment.
She hesitated. Ohwow. Thats a lot of money That sounds wonderful for you. Why are you irritated? Whats the catch? I should have told him I was interested in all of the bull, not just the meatBut she didnt really want hand-outsdid she?
He threw up his hands. Do you know how to process close to five thousand pounds of meat? I cant let it rot; I cant turn him down, because youre right, this is a treasure trove! And there is no way Im alienating someone so willing to give us harvests. He gave her a look. But teach that boy some moderation.
She cleared her throat. He said he missed combat and would be happy to get some harvests, if it was convenient.
Well, it seems to have rusting been convenient. He leaned back against the doorframe and sighed wearily. Im a miner complaining that the gold seam is too large.
Tala smiled consolingly, patting him on the arm. At least we both get a lot from this, yes?
He eyed her warily. Why do you think we can process all of this?
Aside from your implications? She gave him a knowing smile. Because you clearly have some magic augmentations you dont want to admit to. She gave a mischievous grin. I can come into the chuckwagon and-
Nope! He blocked her. Youre fine out there.
You know, I was in there on the trip up, when my arm was broken.
And did you think to look around? He gave her a sly grin.
She hesitated. No, I didntwhy was that? Why didnt I feel any desire to look around the inside of your wagon, Brand?
We all have our secrets.
She pulled out the token for the order of the harvest, but Brand just snorted. Put that away. Im under a contract of indenture that bars me from sharing. Take it up with the Culinary Guild.
Are they involved in the Order?
I cannot discuss that. But he gave her a rather patronizing look, which made the answer obvious.
Fair enough. So, when can I expect my jerky?
He eyed her. You know, youre lucky we carry spices in bulk.
That doesnt sound like a timeline. She spoke with a bit of sing-song playfulness.
He laughed. Itll be done by the time we reach Bandfast. He held up a finger. Dont let him bring us anymore. Id kill myself before turning him down, and it would likely kill us to try to process it all before it goes bad.
She grinned. Fair. Ill let him know.
She turned to go, but Brand touched her shoulder. Mistress?
Yeah?
In all seriousness, talk to the boy. This is no small thing hes just done for you, and I dont want you to be maneuvered into something, because you didnt consider what was happening.
She slowly nodded. Ill see what I can do.
She shrugged. Is how really important? Yes, though. I am trying to move like you showed me.
He shook his head. No, no, that isnt right. I think I see the issue, then. Though again, Ive no idea how you got there. Your body is different, so the techniques need to be altered to accommodate the differences between our shapes, our physiology.
She nodded, understanding. Like spell-lines. To get the same result, we need slightly different forms, because of our differing structure.
I suppose? He shrugged. Im no Mage.
Alright, then. Lets get to work.
* * *
Adam stayed past the half hour hed promised, but not by much. He made sure to go back through each of the techniques hed taught her and shift them to take advantage of her own shape, her own body, while negating the difficulties of the same.
They said goodbye, and he departed, leaving her to practice, which she did.
She again went through every movement on each side, but now, she did two hundred slow repetitions and only one hundred fast, always in groups of three. Two slow, one fast.
Slow. Slow. Fast.
In that manner, she was able to draw her use of the techniques to match what Adam had changed. She was surprised at how much of a difference it made. The movements quickly went from awkward, hitching movements, to the kinesthetics feeling incredibly natural. He is a talented teacher.
It also thoroughly and utterly exhausted her.
In the end, she lay panting on the roof of the wagon, limbs spread wide, incorporator clutched in her right hand.
She drank whenever she could calm her breathing enough to allow it.
Her clothes had accommodated her elevated activity and temperature by allowing the cool breeze to reach her. It helped.
Good clothes. She was not going to name an outfit. That way lies pretension and pomposity.
She was splayed out, head towards the front of the wagon and the ladder, when she heard someone clear their throat.
She moved her hat off of her face and looked up to see Ashin peaking over the edge.
Mistress Tala?
She did her best to spin around, coming up into a seated position facing him. She mostly succeeded. Guardsman Ashin!
May Icome up?
Den huffed a laugh, but Tala ignored him, and hoped that it had been quiet enough that Ashin hadnt heard. Of course. What can I do for you? Her breathing was basically back to normal.
Ashin came up and sat. Well, I came by to spar earlier, and you were so focused that you didnt notice, so I assumed that I shouldnt disturb you. He glanced away, seeming a bit embarrassed. When I came back after that, you were sleeping.
Tala colored. Oh! Im so sorry, Ashin. You were kind enough to offer me help, then I left you unable to give it.
He smiled hesitantly. I understand. Youve a lot going on. Do you still need a sparring partner?
She opened her mouth to say no, given how worn she felt, but then hesitated. Ill have to fight tired sometimes It was possible she was pushing too hard, but she didnt allow herself to consider that. Sure! She stood, only swaying a little with the motion of the wagon.
Ashin gave her a skeptical look. Are yousure?
She nodded, giving him a come at me motion with her hands, now raised in a fighting guard. Hey! I didnt have to remember to do that. They did it on their own. Good hands! She was feeling a bit lightheaded, but it seemed to be passing. You wont be able to hurt me, so let me see what you can do.
Ashin seemed a bit hesitant but shrugged. If you insist.
Tala saw his next movements as if in slow motion. He tucked his front leg up and into his own chest, then drove his heel outward. Oh! Thats a sidekick.
To her great surprise, Tala was able to sweep his kick to the side, intercepting and redirecting it. Unfortunately, she wasnt quite fast or strong enough. His heel struck her in the chest, up near her left shoulder and knocked her backwardsoff of the roof.
She squeaked in surprise, even as his eyes went wide in horror.
Ashin lunged forward and caught her flailing hand, arresting her fall. Her heels were still on the roof, though much of her was out over the edge.
How did he move from kicking me to catching me? Despite the question, she didnt argue, clinging to his hand as he pulled her back.
Sorry about that. I wasnt thinking about what might be behind you. He looked down and away. That was foolish of me.
Tala let go of his hand, turning to look at the edge of the roof. She then looked back, meeting the eyes of the driver behind Dens wagon. He had a look of utter bafflement. Hes had quite the show, today. Im basically on a stage, in front of him She hadnt really considered that either. WellGood kick?
Ashin laughed self-consciously. That was a pretty good block. If you had allowed your shoulder to move more freely, it would have been perfect.
Move my shoulder?
He nodded. Its a hard subtlety to practice, alone. You know how you twist your torso with the block?
Yeah, it gives power and strength to it.
Well, your torso can be loose before you turn, only tightening for that movement. If you hadnt been tensing, youd have just been pushed into a twist, moving out of the way when I hit you. It might have hurt, but it wouldnt have unbalanced you very much.
Huh. She thought back to how shed been moving, considering. Im holding in the transition positions very stiffly It seemed that just knowing how to position herself wasnt enough. I need all the right muscles tense or relaxed in the right sequence to properly execute the movement. It was a bit daunting.
Ashin smiled. Honestly, though, that one movement seemed well done.
She gave him a flat look. Now, youre just patronizing me.
He held up his hands. Maybe, but I dont think so.
She growled irritably. Fine. Again. She glanced over the edge. Maybe no high kicks?
He laughed. I did that because its slower and easier to block. Never kick above the waist in a real fight. He hesitated. Well, unless you have a really, really good reason.
She shrugged. Seems fair. Her guard came up, and she advanced.
Chapter 56: A Talented TeacherTala smiled and nodded to Den, before dropping down without another word and walking back down the moving caravan, to the chuckwagon.She knocked on the door and almost immediately Brand ripped it open, eye twitching just slightly. Yes?Tala almost jumped back but prevented herself from doing so. She glanced at the oxen, somewhat close behind her. That would have been unfortunate. Brand? Whats going on?He let out an irritated breath. Oh, Mistress Tala. Good, youre here. Pleaseplease step up.She stepped up, onto the wagons back stair, and looked inside. Within the wagon, Tala saw several other cooks all working feverishly. So, there are more than three cooks this trip. You look busy.He gave her a flat look. Your suitor has put demands on our time.Tala looked at Brand in confusion. Say again?Your suitor. The boy interested in you. The man who is making my life irritatingly complex with too-reasonable-to-refuse requests.She continued to give him a look of non-comprehension.Brand groaned. Master Rane, Mistress.Tala reddened, though she couldnt have said if it was with embarrassment or irritation. Hes not my suitor!Oh? Well, you might want to clarify that then. Most men dont do this for someone they arent interested in.She felt herself coloring, again. What happened?Well, apparently Master Rane got the idea that you were interested in thunder bulls.Her eyes widened. Oh, no What did he do?Oh, yes. He cocked an eyebrow at her.She swallowed. Go on.Well, he took it upon himself to cleanly decapitate a small herd of the bovine: Six, in all.Did we harvest them? Tala looked around in confusion, seeing if the carcasses might still be within range.Oh, dont you worry, Mistress. He has a dimensional bag sized for, and I quote: Large things I might find useful, later. He stuffed them all in that sack and brought them along. Brand pointed at a clearly inscribed leather duffel bag, resting on one counter within the chuckwagon.Why is it here, then?Well. He gave her an exasperated look. You were apparently napping and missed his heroics. So, he consulted with Master Trent, and the good Master Trent let the indomitable Master Rane know that you had worked with us to process your previous acquisitions. He came here right away and enlisted us to process the meat: As Mistress Tala has requested in the past. Brand, Im so sorry. I can pay for the processing How much is that going to cost? A moment later, another thought came to her. How much jerky is that going to produce?Brand waved her away. He granted us all non-meat parts of the beast as payment.She hesitated. Ohwow. Thats a lot of money That sounds wonderful for you. Why are you irritated? Whats the catch? I should have told him I was interested in all of the bull, not just the meatBut she didnt really want hand-outsdid she?He threw up his hands. Do you know how to process close to five thousand pounds of meat? I cant let it rot; I cant turn him down, because youre right, this is a treasure trove! And there is no way Im alienating someone so willing to give us harvests. He gave her a look. But teach that boy some moderation.She cleared her throat. He said he missed combat and would be happy to get some harvests, if it was convenient.Well, it seems to have rusting been convenient. He leaned back against the doorframe and sighed wearily. Im a miner complaining that the gold seam is too large.Tala smiled consolingly, patting him on the arm. At least we both get a lot from this, yes?He eyed her warily. Why do you think we can process all of this?Aside from your implications? She gave him a knowing smile. Because you clearly have some magic augmentations you dont want to admit to. She gave a mischievous grin. I can come into the chuckwagon and-Nope! He blocked her. Youre fine out there.You know, I was in there on the trip up, when my arm was broken.And did you think to look around? He gave her a sly grin.She hesitated. No, I didntwhy was that? Why didnt I feel any desire to look around the inside of your wagon, Brand?We all have our secrets.She pulled out the token for the order of the harvest, but Brand just snorted. Put that away. Im under a contract of indenture that bars me from sharing. Take it up with the Culinary Guild.Are they involved in the Order?I cannot discuss that. But he gave her a rather patronizing look, which made the answer obvious.Fair enough. So, when can I expect my jerky?He eyed her. You know, youre lucky we carry spices in bulk.That doesnt sound like a timeline. She spoke with a bit of sing-song playfulness.He laughed. Itll be done by the time we reach Bandfast. He held up a finger. Dont let him bring us anymore. Id kill myself before turning him down, and it would likely kill us to try to process it all before it goes bad.She grinned. Fair. Ill let him know.She turned to go, but Brand touched her shoulder. Mistress?Yeah?In all seriousness, talk to the boy. This is no small thing hes just done for you, and I dont want you to be maneuvered into something, because you didnt consider what was happening.She slowly nodded. Ill see what I can do.She shrugged. Is how really important? Yes, though. I am trying to move like you showed me.He shook his head. No, no, that isnt right. I think I see the issue, then. Though again, Ive no idea how you got there. Your body is different, so the techniques need to be altered to accommodate the differences between our shapes, our physiology.She nodded, understanding. Like spell-lines. To get the same result, we need slightly different forms, because of our differing structure.I suppose? He shrugged. Im no Mage.Alright, then. Lets get to work.* * *Adam stayed past the half hour hed promised, but not by much. He made sure to go back through each of the techniques hed taught her and shift them to take advantage of her own shape, her own body, while negating the difficulties of the same.They said goodbye, and he departed, leaving her to practice, which she did.She again went through every movement on each side, but now, she did two hundred slow repetitions and only one hundred fast, always in groups of three. Two slow, one fast.Slow. Slow. Fast.In that manner, she was able to draw her use of the techniques to match what Adam had changed. She was surprised at how much of a difference it made. The movements quickly went from awkward, hitching movements, to the kinesthetics feeling incredibly natural. He is a talented teacher.It also thoroughly and utterly exhausted her.In the end, she lay panting on the roof of the wagon, limbs spread wide, incorporator clutched in her right hand.She drank whenever she could calm her breathing enough to allow it.Her clothes had accommodated her elevated activity and temperature by allowing the cool breeze to reach her. It helped.Good clothes. She was not going to name an outfit. That way lies pretension and pomposity.She was splayed out, head towards the front of the wagon and the ladder, when she heard someone clear their throat.She moved her hat off of her face and looked up to see Ashin peaking over the edge.Mistress Tala?She did her best to spin around, coming up into a seated position facing him. She mostly succeeded. Guardsman Ashin!May Icome up?Den huffed a laugh, but Tala ignored him, and hoped that it had been quiet enough that Ashin hadnt heard. Of course. What can I do for you? Her breathing was basically back to normal.Ashin came up and sat. Well, I came by to spar earlier, and you were so focused that you didnt notice, so I assumed that I shouldnt disturb you. He glanced away, seeming a bit embarrassed. When I came back after that, you were sleeping.Tala colored. Oh! Im so sorry, Ashin. You were kind enough to offer me help, then I left you unable to give it.He smiled hesitantly. I understand. Youve a lot going on. Do you still need a sparring partner?She opened her mouth to say no, given how worn she felt, but then hesitated. Ill have to fight tired sometimes It was possible she was pushing too hard, but she didnt allow herself to consider that. Sure! She stood, only swaying a little with the motion of the wagon.Ashin gave her a skeptical look. Are yousure?She nodded, giving him a come at me motion with her hands, now raised in a fighting guard. Hey! I didnt have to remember to do that. They did it on their own. Good hands! She was feeling a bit lightheaded, but it seemed to be passing. You wont be able to hurt me, so let me see what you can do.Ashin seemed a bit hesitant but shrugged. If you insist.Tala saw his next movements as if in slow motion. He tucked his front leg up and into his own chest, then drove his heel outward. Oh! Thats a sidekick.To her great surprise, Tala was able to sweep his kick to the side, intercepting and redirecting it. Unfortunately, she wasnt quite fast or strong enough. His heel struck her in the chest, up near her left shoulder and knocked her backwardsoff of the roof.She squeaked in surprise, even as his eyes went wide in horror.Ashin lunged forward and caught her flailing hand, arresting her fall. Her heels were still on the roof, though much of her was out over the edge.How did he move from kicking me to catching me? Despite the question, she didnt argue, clinging to his hand as he pulled her back.Sorry about that. I wasnt thinking about what might be behind you. He looked down and away. That was foolish of me.Tala let go of his hand, turning to look at the edge of the roof. She then looked back, meeting the eyes of the driver behind Dens wagon. He had a look of utter bafflement. Hes had quite the show, today. Im basically on a stage, in front of him She hadnt really considered that either. WellGood kick?Ashin laughed self-consciously. That was a pretty good block. If you had allowed your shoulder to move more freely, it would have been perfect.Move my shoulder?He nodded. Its a hard subtlety to practice, alone. You know how you twist your torso with the block?Yeah, it gives power and strength to it.Well, your torso can be loose before you turn, only tightening for that movement. If you hadnt been tensing, youd have just been pushed into a twist, moving out of the way when I hit you. It might have hurt, but it wouldnt have unbalanced you very much.Huh. She thought back to how shed been moving, considering. Im holding in the transition positions very stiffly It seemed that just knowing how to position herself wasnt enough. I need all the right muscles tense or relaxed in the right sequence to properly execute the movement. It was a bit daunting.Ashin smiled. Honestly, though, that one movement seemed well done.She gave him a flat look. Now, youre just patronizing me.He held up his hands. Maybe, but I dont think so.She growled irritably. Fine. Again. She glanced over the edge. Maybe no high kicks?He laughed. I did that because its slower and easier to block. Never kick above the waist in a real fight. He hesitated. Well, unless you have a really, really good reason.She shrugged. Seems fair. Her guard came up, and she advanced.
