Sorry again about the shortness / +224
Aemon struck the two makeshift weapons together and Helotes ear flicked at the sound. It was so strange to hold something like this in his hands intending to use it for battle; his claws were so much more simple and natural to use. Aemon began to teach, he had obviously done this before and Helotes attention was sharp. The new met male went into a stance that Helotes copied gracefully; it was a regular battle stance, one he knew well. The gray coyote them began to sway, nearly dancing, and took a shot at Helotes stomach.
The Lykoi male reacted naturally, immediately dropping the staff and grabbing the butt end of Aemon’s weapon with his hands, keeping it from striking. It was a conditioned reaction and Helotes gave Aemon a silly and embarrassed grin, Err… sorry, force of habit. He then went to retrieve his stick. Perhaps this fighting with weapons thing was going to take a little longer to get used to, but Helotes mirrored Aemon’s stance once more and held the staff aloft in what he believed to be a defensive position as he himself began to trot from one foot to the other. This time he would try to block with the staff rather than his hands. He nodded his chin to Aemon in a single to come at him again.
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