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"Alright. Now- face me square on."

He cocks his head.

"This part is like a dance. You don't want too much distance between you and your partner, nor do you want to be too close. So when I move towards you, use that movement to back away. And vice versa- understand?"

He nods and turns to "face" Random which is really more a matter of the head and one leg facing Random, but he's not going to argue this.

He attempting to maintain a regular distance between them.

"No... watch your stance. Check the angle of your shoulders."

His voice is calm, a neutral reminder.

"I'll move slowly to begin with. Then I'll pick up the pace."

He nods again and readjusts. Ready to begin again.

"Alright."

He follows the pace.

Random moves slowly enough at first, but Parnasse is agile so they quickly build speed, interrupted by the occasional murmur of 'feet...' or 'raise your arm...'

And perhaps interrupted by occasional French grumbling, but he's not letting it distract him. Too much.

Random finally nods, and drops his 'blade.'

"Alright. Now, we'll work on simple things. Basic thrust parry stuff. Which is what it sounds like."

He holds his sword 'en garde' and grins.

"Take a thrust at my chest by extending your back leg and moving your front foot forwards."

He does as requested and probably over extends a little because damnit but he's eager to hit the guy finally, after looking silly for so long.

Silly boy indeed.

Random parries easily, and delicately taps him with his own blade.

"First rule- don't over extend. Leaving your torso open isn't smart."

A small smile.

"Second rule- remain completely in control of your balance at all times."

A small smirk.

"Third rule- don't try it. I'm fast."

He sighs exasperatedly and rolls his eyes. It's almost amazing that he got this far without an eyeroll.

"Fine."

He crosses his arms.

"I always have the most ridiculous urge to mimic you when you do that."

He holds up his sword.

"Try again? And don't be afraid to really hit me- just don't harm your stance for the trying."

"You couldn't reproduce it with half the effect." He states as he tries once more.

He shrugs, and parries the blow.

"As it so happens, I don't need to."

He smirks. Rather well.

"And you're getting the hang of it. I'll back up, now you repeat the motion."

He snorts and shakes his head.

And so he does as instructed. Still unusual for him, but he's finding it's not nearly as bad as expected. He repeats again, aiming for the spot where Random had been standing.

"Good."

He moves to stand next to Parnasse, adjusting his arm as he leans forwards.

"try experimenting with aim. Making your sword connect lower... nowhere below the waist."

He snorts again, this time mirthfully.

Then shrugs. "I suppose I can accept that."

And Oh look, an invisible belly button!

Random nods, and adjusts his arm again.

"Protect your torse. Try again."

He attempts to form as narrow a target as possible and lunges again.

"So when do we get to the part where you decide I'm not such a good pupil and give up?" He grumbles, somewhat disgruntled .

"Not in my nature."

He smirks.

"You stop being a good pupil when you stop reacting to my suggestions and start to assume you're better than I am. That's the point where I've nothing left to teach you."

He shrugs. "Fair enough. That's probably about eh, ten thousand years off."

A smirk and,
One more lunge for good measure.

He laughs, and settles down at the base of a tree.

"Possibly. Depending on whether or not you're a fast learner. But it's more an issue of cockiness than actual talent."

Another shrug. Still standing.

"I've got that." And determiniation.

"I have not had opportunities to learn much but what I do know, I picked up quickly. We shall see."

A cocked head.

"I'm going to teach you everything I can, but there's no way I can teach you everything I know."

"Only fair."

He smirks.

"Safer that way."

"Too little time. You're going to die in what... 75 years?"

He shrugs, and plucks a blade of grass.

"Couldn't do it."