The Time to Fence is NOW

[loverofinnocence]

Who: Caim, Students, Lurkers, and So On
Where: Fencing Class
What: Fencing Class
When: 03/21 - Late Morning
Warnings: What could possibly go wrong.

If there was one thing Caim could admit to excelling at - aside from murdering - it was the mastery of swords. In Midgard, the prince would have thought himself a Renaissance man of weapons, considering his training went through a plethora of fields. He could wield pole arms, staves, axes, and so on. Only thing he'd never really picked up was a bow and arrow, but that required to stay in the background of things. Perhaps it was regal authority that commanded in him a reminder that even the prince of a lost land needed to uphold some form of leadership quality - which demanded his presence upfront and centre.

For Christmas of 2012, Caim had given each student enrolled in his class a foil, particularly engraved with the pupil's name in the handle. Mostly so no one would suddenly accuse another of taking his foil as they trained and sparred. In hindsight, he supposed it was a nice gesture made on his part.

The class itself would be one part discussion of technique and minute demonstration, one part student solo training, and the final part student pairing training. Offensive and defensive maneuvers were to be held in the same high regard. Vertical strikes, horizontal strikes, the rotation of the wrist, the ability to stand lightly and hold a commanding presence, parries, and evasion were all key points to the traditional world of dueling, something not even Caim was foreign to.

In short, it certainly was nicer than Goose's piloting class.

The classroom itself was welcoming. Well, as welcoming as a classroom could likely feel, at any rate. Desks pushed further back to leave open floor in the front and Caim's desk, which was home to two yellow Pikmin with toothpicks, clearly interested in helping him teach. He stood behind it, as stiff and rigid as he ever was, a hand poised at his buttwings hip, and the other at the dry-erase board with pen in hand. And a chair behind his personal desk pulled out for his sister, who'd been so kind as to fulfill the role of his vocal translator.

Undoubtedly, it'd be intriguing. And maybe some students would stab themselves.

Comments

[loverofinnocence]

He certainly didn't dislike her. If anything, he liked her more than he liked most people. Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the fact that they could simply talk with their eyes. Maybe, maybe, maybe. In a world full of maybes, Caim couldn't locate the specific reason. Too many guesses and he didn't have the time to start digging through a pile of conjectures.

Eventually he made his way over to her desk and found his head tipping as he offered up his jotter for her.

I was unaware you had such an interest in blades.

A pleasant surprise at the very least.

[testsubject1]

There was something mysteriously intriguing about Caim. She didn't feel unsafe in his presence (well, she never truly felt safe, but she felt better with him teaching this class than someone else).

When he approached her, she looked up inquisitively, trying to read his expression. Fortunately it wasn't too difficult, given the situation. He wanted to know what she was doing here.

So she nodded, confirming his assumption. There was a determination in her eyes then, a glint that showed her enthusiasm to learn to defend herself.

[loverofinnocence]

He blinked. Mostly because he didn't really know what to expect of her. She seemed eager enough. Well, eager wasn't the word for it. She seemed interested at the very least if how she looked at him was any sort of indication. If there was one thing they could do, it was to communicate on looks alone. There weren't very many people in the world who could do that, after all.

Have you ever used a sword before?

For if she had, clearly his class had just gotten fifty fold more interesting. And he wouldn't have minded that in the least.

[testsubject1]

Eager and enthusiastic, certainly, but Chell unfortunately lacked any knowledge of swordsmanship. However, this was why she was in the class, so hopefully that wouldn't be a bad thing, right? Still, her expression diminished a bit and she shrank slightly back in her chair at the wordless question.

Slowly she shook her head in response.

[loverofinnocence]

Was it just him or did he intimidate her? Well, he assumed it wasn't actually him doing the intimidating. Or perhaps it was. Caim didn't really like 'beating around the bush,' as it were, and he could imagine some people weren't compatible with his ability to be so direct and upfront. (As long as it didn't involve his personal feelings, anyway.) Mayhap Chell was one of those people.

No matter. It is what you are here to learn. I shall teach you to be light upon your feet, to move with a sharp grace.

With the reserved curve of his mouth, it was hard to deny that he was interested in what she'd be capable of. She certainly didn't look very graceful. In fact, she looked rather clunky and it'd be more than a little entertaining to see how she handled things.

[testsubject1]

Graceful was a relative term. Perhaps Chell was clunky in some areas, but she had a certain finesse to her when she as in action. However, Caim had never seen Chell outside of this school, had he? She was just a young woman here, a silent woman who mostly kept to herself.

But she would probably look fairly clunky wielding a blade, and the thought did slightly embarrass her. But not enough to stop her. In fact, she had gotten over most embarrassment years ago. If she would be mocked for her technique, then so be it - as long as she learned and could put it to use.

So she gave a light smile in return with a hint of determination. She was ready.