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Aemon was forgiving for his lack of experience and even offered him up some advice. Helotes nodded, trying to imagine his hands merging into the wood of the stick and becoming one with it. Aemon began to move and Helotes dug his elongated claws into the dirt, umber eyes watching with keen interest and determination. He believed the young de le Poer was going to strike as he had before, but instead the gray male did a fancy roll move that caught Helotes off guard, giving the man the edge and allowing his staff to make sharp contact with the Lykoi’s ankles.
Luckily Helotes did not trip, as he sure was intended, instead he jumped into the air in and yelped; a reaction to the pain.
When he landed again he awkwardly swung downwards at Aemon but completely missed as he had not had the chance to ready himself correctly and hit the ground next to the boy with a thud. In an effort to redeem this error, Helotes thrust the staff upwards towards the young boy’s chin, though he was sure he would miss again; this was such a clumsy thing. Helotes had yet to get used to the weight and balance of this weapon.
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