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Ithiel is by me!
The dust-colored hybrid thought he had a good pupil here: she was eager to learn, it seemed, and her focus did not stray from his voice. Her grip on the knife did not need much correcting beyond his initial suggestion, either -- she did not seem to hold it with white-knuckled ferocity, nor so loosely that the knife would go flying at her first swipe. Her slash was appraised with bright red eyes, and a small smile even bloomed across his muzzle, unbidden. Little made the dark man smile, save the adrenaline rush of a true fight, or learning something new. Training was still another thing which gave him pleasure; such things improved not only the student, but the teacher, as well.
The knife is a close weapon, and that is how you must use it. A sword seems like a big knife, but it must be used very differently. A long sword, a spear, or any other ranged weapon is useless if you are this close with a knife, he said, stepping forward and close to her to illustrate his point. The dusky coyote stepped back and mimed a knife with the same grip she used. If you can strike them from low, he said, crouching and thrusting upward with his imaginary knife, the stomach, the ribs, the chest. If you stick a knife in someone and twist it, the damage is much worse.
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