[P] Kicking a habit I love even harder
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TEAGAN STRYDER
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Training for Arlen! :3

She had never been happier for a change of weather. The rains had finally stopped a little over a week prior, and the sun had dried up a fair bit of the sodden world below. The land didn’t stink of disease or nasty, moldy growth. The air was nice, clean, fresh. Spring had settled in, and Teagan was eager as ever to continue her training outdoors once more. The weather was perfect for it; cool, sunny, with a small breeze.


Teagan had asked her littermate, Indi, to come with her, but, the koi-colored sister had refrained, having something else to do instead. It had been the case for a lot of things lately with her, but, the Knight hadn’t seemed to have fallen into any sort of depressive, self-destructive state just yet, so, Teagan had let it be. She kept a watchful eye though, as Indi had a tendency to try to hide those kinds of things.


Putting on her usual tunic and grabbing her sword from the siblings’ shared weapon stand, Teagan made her way out into the Fort. With the illness behind them, and those affected on the road to recovery, the Fort was bustling again with activity and noise. Teagan let her canary eyes shift about the Luperci that were out and about. It was the Fort she remembered from her childhood, one that wasn’t wrought with grief or strife. She nodded a small nod in approval before making her way towards the gates.


Howland stood guard, and he gave her a passing look as she strode past him. She wasn’t a kid any longer, rather, a teenager blossoming into adulthood. She didn’t need to be quizzed about where she’d be off to like she might have before her First Blood ceremony. Teagan was free to come and go as she pleased, and she took full advantage of it. It meant she could be alone and go unbothered by some pesky adult…or child, for that matter.


The Stryder didn’t wander far from the Fort, but, she had gone deep enough into the surrounding forest that she couldn’t hear the din of the Fort life. Her path, however, had been a winding one, crisscrossing and random. Her destination was one that had been a secret for she and Indi, a small clearing that the sisters had used in their youth for practicing their combat skills. It was here now that Teagan had returned.


It had been obvious upon arrival that the area had not been touched since the sisters had left for their road trip well outside the pack’s boundaries. Weeds and other flora had grown up, and the Stryder spent the first hour or so just pruning the area of any tripping hazards or otherwise. Weeds were uprooted, and bushes with outstretching limbs into the area were hacked off and tossed aside.


When it all was said and done, Teagan held her hands on her hips and let her canary eyes scrutinize her handiwork. “There, that’s better.”





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Walking out of the door of the tailor's shop, he shouted out one last thanks over his shoulder. In his arms lay a bundle of clothing he'd spent the last week doing extra chores for. While Arlen had no problems with walking around naked for the rest of his life, he'd met a few people outside the pack who wore clothes a little differently than he was used to. Instead of wearing only the most practical of clothing, they wore clothing for style rather than use and the youngest Stryder wanted to try it out.

Clara had convinced him to go with something simple and basic that he could grow into. Running back home to try it on, he slipped into the vacated room he shared with his siblings and tossed the clothing on top of a bed. He pulled the loose, dark gray pants over his legs and then his white shirt over his head. She was right, they were really loose. Luckily, she'd already given the pants a loose hem that could be let out as he grew taller and she'd given the waistband a string so they wouldn't slip over his narrow hips. The shirt would simply remain loose in the chest until he filled out a little more, but he could lessen the silliness of it by folding up the sleeves. After doing that, he strapped his rapier to his hip and looked in the mirror before heading out the door with a new spring in his step.

What to do, what to do in his fancy new attire? Arlen paused before turning towards the courthouse. His two older siblings lived there. While he wasn't nearly as close with either of them as he was his littermates, he thought that maybe Indi would give him some useful advice on how to advance his wardrobe to the next step. Opening their door without knocking, he was disappointed to see neither of them were there to show off too. He sighed before glancing at Indi's side of the room. He quickly snagged a single blue hair tie and shut the door. Where to now?

The red Stryder pulled the top half of his hair into a small nub of a ponytail while wandering down the street. When he reached the gate, he looked up to Howland. "Did my sister come this way?" The question was left intentionally vague. He wasn't really looking for any of them in particular. Howland gave a curt nod, as Arlen expected. He gave out a cry of thanks before trotting outside. Normally, he would have gotten a little more questioning from the guard, but like this he made it seem like the two had arranged a meeting he was getting off too. Oh the perks of siblings.

Heading into the woods, Len couldn't help but catch a whiff of his more stoic sister. What's Tea doing out in the middle of the woods? Curiosity insatiable, the youth rerouted his wandering path and followed Teagan's trail. He didn't wander long before he caught sight of what seemed to be an intentional clearing in the forest. Teagan shot up from a stooped position and spoke loud enough for Arlen to hear. The boy laced his fingers behind his head and sauntered forward. "You do all this yourself?"
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TEAGAN STRYDER
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Siblings are great xD Minor PP, let me know if it needs changing!

Her mismatched ears flickered as she heard the nearby forest part for someone traveling through it. Rustling and footsteps. She knew the individual to not be her sister, for, Indi would have either been very vocal about her approach, or would have tried to sneak up on her. Her canary eyes were sharp as they turned upon the individual, but, as they fell upon a familiar red coat, they softened…slightly.


“Arlen,” she greeted, though her tones were flat and unwelcoming. Leave it to the Stryder of the younger litter to find her in she and Indi’s “secret” training grounds of all Luperci. Of the newest litter, Arlen was the more familiar of the two boys; though, was perhaps on par with Myra for their closeness to the cold sibling. She had purposely distanced herself from them since their arrival in the pack. In the beginning, it had been out of mixed feelings of being replaced in their parents’ hearts, now, it was more out of not wanting to be bothered.


Her gaze moved to the clearing when he asked about it, letting out a defeated sigh. There was no use trying to pretend the site was a “secret” to him. “Indi and I cleared it out last year. It was easier for her to train out here without the prying eyes of the Fort on her. Also, a lot quieter. It doesn’t look like anyone else knows about this place.” Teagan turned to him fully, her eyes sharp. “And I intend to keep it that way.”


You squeal, and I’ll beat you into next week.


Teagan moved towards her younger sibling, inspecting his new attire with a scrutinizing eye. “You’ve seen Clara, I see.” The clothes looked like they fit him; better so than if they’d been scavenged somewhere or from their father’s dresser. She picked at his clothes, pinching away some of the fabric between her claws. “You’re a little small to be wearing this right now though.” She remarked with a frown as she realized how loose the shirt was on his skinny frame.


The Bracciante’s canary eyes caught the weapon at his side. “A rapier?” Her tone changed to one that was curious. “Do you know how to use it yet?”




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As usual, Teagan seemed less than thrilled to see him. Not one to be discouraged, he smiled warmly at his sister's cold greeting. "You seem bright and chipper today." His usual snark was never dulled by someone else's mood, least of all Tea's. Annoying her was one of his favorite pastimes, right up there with messing with Ram. The stubborn ones were always the best.

His grin didn't fade at the older sibling's threat. Instead, it only brightened even more and a single red brow lifted. "You're not trying to say that I would rat you out, are you?" He put a single red hand to his newly clothed chest and feigned offense. "But Tea, you know your favorite little brother would never do such a thing, right?" Cue the big green puppy dog eyes, droopy ears, and quivering lower lip. Were he actually trying to get anything out of her, he would never be so obviously dramatic, but this was just to get under her skin.

The older Stryder didn't seem too impressed by the younger's acting skills. Instead, she decided to circle him like some horrible vulture. The boy sighed and put his hands on his hips while waiting for her inspection to finish. "Yup, and I worked for it too, so don't go messing it up," he whined as she felt the new cloth, backing out of her reach warily. At her comment he scowled, "She said there was no point in making me something I'd grow out of by next week so she made something I'd grow into." Sure, it might take him a few months, but he wanted to wear it now.

When the topic of conversation shifted, the redhead's sourness towards Teagan disappeared. "Yup, Uncle Cal's teaching me rapier like him," he confirmed her observation. At her question though, he hesitated. "I'm... learning." In truth, he wasn't very good at it yet. His arms were too long, his legs too gangly. It was hard to control his body in the tight, swift movements the weapon required and remember to move his feet the right way at the same time. Callum had been training him to build up his strength, but as far as controlling his long limbs - that was something even his mentor couldn't help him with.
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TEAGAN STRYDER
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Teagan, why you so mean ;O;

She scowled at his snark to her greeting. “I’m always chipper,” she deadpanned sarcastically. He must have been taking lessons from Indi. She had always been good at that sort of stuff. That, and the koi-colored sister often got along better with their younger siblings anyways. It wouldn’t have surprised her if they had tried to emulate the older Knight. Safely pestering Teagan had once been a very exclusive club, but, now, it seemed the doors had been opened to new members.


When he went on to mock her and give her puppy-dog eyes, she bared a pearly-white canine at him. “I am saying it, just like I’m saying I’ll beat your ass if you tell anyone about this place.” Serious as she normally was, she completely bulldozed past going along with his dramatic reply. She wanted to make sure that her threat was clear.


A heavy exhale—like an angry bull—blew from her nostrils as some distant part of her told her to “be nice” to her younger brother. “You can use it for training if you keep it a secret and don’t trash the place.” There. A compromise. One that, hopefully, wouldn’t land her on the receiving end of one of his stupid, annoying remarks. She hoped she wouldn’t regret her decision to allow the younger Stryder access to the sisters’ personal training grounds.


As she circled and inspected his new wardrobe, she couldn’t help but to find some amusement in his reaction to it. Worked? Since when do you work?” She teased, chuckling a bit at his whine and how he moved away from her. Her canary eyes turned skeptical when he explained why his clothing looked as loose as it was. “She’s awfully optimistic,” Teagan snorted, smirking down at him.


The boy was as thin as a stick. He’d have to do a lot of training to bulk up.


Of course, the topic of training and fighting made the cream-coated Stryder more amiable to be around. She hummed in amusement when Arlen revealed that their uncle was teaching him how to use the blade. It stood almost a world apart from the usual greatswords and short swords that were in the armory. Needle thin, delicate-looking, light in weight, it was not a sword type many would chose for their weapon of choice.


Teagan quirked a brow when Arlen seemed reluctant to reveal how much or well he was with the rapier. Her hand shot out suddenly—like a snake that had been coiled and poised to strike—aiming to grab the boy by his upper arm in an attempt to lead him to the center of the clearing. “Show me what you know so far.”


This time last year had been when she had started to really get into learning how to use a sword. The younger litter had been born around the same time as she and Indi, so, in preparation for his First Blood Ceremony, he’d need to know how to use something to defend and fight with. Teagan was curious to see how far along her annoying little brother was.




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OOC - Maybe big sister can help the klutz figure out he's left handed? XD
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Rather than take offense to his sister's harsh words, the easy going boy just shook his head and tutted at her. "You know, you're supposed to be kind to the younger ones. We'll be the ones saving your ass when you're old and crippled, sis." It was only logic, right? Shrugging his shoulders with his familiar shit-eating grin, he took a lazy step around her, spinning lightly as he did so. Not a care in the world... "But I mean if you wanna live all alone in your secluded little cottage when you're old and gray, be my guest."

All jokes aside, there was no way he was telling anyone else about this place. It was too cool to let everyone know about it. They'd ruin it in a heartbeat without even meaning to, but that didn't mean Teagan had to know that he was no snitch. She'd have to learn the hard way that despite his lackadaisical demeanor, he was no snitch. How could he be when he got away with so much on his own?

However, he was completely caught off guard by her willingness to let him train here. For a second, he didn't even believe what she'd said. He spun around to face her, jaw slack in disbelief, and green eyes wide as saucers. "You really mean it?" His voice raised in pitch near the end, a knot of feeling in his throat choking out his words. He grinned, surging forward to wrap his sister in his arms regardless of her willingness to take part in the embrace. This situation warranted a show of affection whether his stick-in-the-mud sibling wanted it or not.

After their most likely one-sided hug was through and Teagan went through with her inspection of his appearance, she decided to turn the snark back on him for once. Hand on hip, he couldn't help but actually be offended by this one. "Excuse me, I've been working my butt off for a while now! Mom doesn't let up on chores just because Callum makes me do twice as much as she does and that's on top of training!" His exasperation was clear. Didn't she see all the work and effort he put in? Didn't she see that her lanky little brother - though not growing broader, per se - was growing a defined set of muscles all on his own? That he was contributing quite a bit to the pack he loved so much?

His frustration faded into apprehension quickly as he was dragged to the center of the ring. He let out a high pitched "Uhhhhhhhhhhh" trying to stall for time. When he found himself with none left, he unsheathed the sword delicately, still hesitating to move or hold it like a proper weapon. It was then that a wind blew and billowed his baggy shirt up and into his face. Shoving the shirt down, he resheathed his sword, pulled the shirt over his head, and tossed it at Teagan before pulling the sword out again. Even if he didn't know the proper movements, he still knew enough that loose clothing like that would kill him in a real battle with a rapier. It was a weapon of precision, speed, and agility. If that was hindered in any way, he was a goner.

Arlen, gulping down nerves, lowered himself into the stance that Callum had taught him. Legs spread far enough to lower my center of gravity, feet perpendicular towards one another, hips away from the opponent, right arm towards, left arm out for balance. One by one he checked off the list to the strange pose that only the wielder of a rapier chose. And it all felt so wrong.
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TEAGAN STRYDER
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Ramble ramble ramble @_____@ Sorry, I kept being distracted! I tried to end all of the pre-training conversations so we could focus on what the thread is for! I plan on having her correct his stance in the next post!

She didn’t reply to Arlen’s first reaction to her threat. Telling him that she didn’t have plans of sticking around when she was old or crippled didn’t seem necessary. She had many years left in her, and becoming old and frail was not something that oft came to the warrior’s mind. If she lived to such an age, she’d probably leave to live her life in peace in the wilderness somewhere, like their grandmother. Indi would be with her, of course, and that would be all she would need.


So, when the brother continued, surprisingly, guessing just the scenario Teagan had had in mind, the Stryder couldn’t help but to smirk. It must have been a Stryder thing. Her mother knew her better than she thought she would, and, so too, it seemed her younger brother did as well. She gave a soft snort, “I plan to.” The words were stated in a way that would end the path of conversation. He knew what the rules were regarded the secret training grounds, whether he verbally acknowledged them didn’t matter so long as he understood what the consequences would be if he broke them.


Her peace offering sobered him up, and, apparently, came as a genuine surprise to the younger Stryder. The look he gave her, combined with the words that fell off his tongue, caused the sister’s body to involuntarily stiffen in preparation for something even she didn’t know was coming. She wasn’t entirely in-tune with her emotional side—that was Indi’s expertise—and, before she knew it, the boy’s arms—surprisingly strong for his age and scrawny build—had wrapped around her. “Hnn!” She grunted as she was suddenly enveloped by a hug.


At first, her body was rigid, her mind overloaded with the initial instinct to punch him while the responsible side of her fought to put an emergency halt to the knee-jerk reaction. There was no winning that argument with her parents. After quelling the urge, she began trying to pry the boy off of her. “Yes, I mean it—now, get off me!”


Once she managed to detangle herself from the lanky child, she shot him a sharp look. “Don’t make me regret that decision, Arlen.” She was placing her trust in him, and, pending how he treated it, would gauge whether he received more of it in the future or if he lost it all together.


Her remark regarded his clothes and work ethic put him on the defensive for once, and Teagan’s smirk only grew. “Do you want some cheese with that whine?” She laughed, genuinely, laughed. The extra work would be good for him, even if he thought it was unfair right now. It would bulk him up and make him a better Cavalier because of it. She wasn’t about to tell him that though. If he felt he had something to prove, he would work harder.


At her command that he show her what he knew, Arlen appeared to draw a blank. Teagan tried to not let her frustration with his obvious delay show. She wanted to see what he knew, not get into another argument. She released him once they arrived at the center of the clearing, continuing and turning so that she stood opposite of him so she could observe him entirely. Her arms crossed over her chest and she gave him a shrewd stare.


After a moment, he drew his thin blade, and, a moment after that, he began to discard the large shirt he wore. Good, she judged quietly, he’s at least learned not to wear baggy clothing while training. With the material absent, Teagan was able to see the physical effects of his training. The boy might have looked scrawny, but, lean muscles had taken the place of baby fat. Their Uncle Callum had been working Arlen well.


He tossed her the shirt, and she swiftly caught it and tossed it off to the side. Her eyes remained trained on him, eager to see what all he’d learned thus far. He stood side-faced and lowered himself into a fighting stance. All marks were good on his stance and how he held himself, but, there was something off about it. He appeared uncomfortable, uneasy, like he couldn’t get into the stance properly despite having all the marks down correctly.


Teagan quietly noted the observation, but didn’t draw attention to it, as she herself couldn’t figure out a proper solution at the time. She adjusted her footing and drew her short sword. The metal sung as it was unsheathed. Holding it out before her in a defensive manner, she commanded suddenly and sharply, “Strike!”




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OOC - It's kinda ramble-y and short but poor boy needs help bad.
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One by one, Teagan ended every conversation with a finality that chilled his spine. Could she tell that he was stalling? He was pretty sure she could. But when the time of reckoning was upon him, he could not hide from it. Teagan was no different. She was too much like their mother. But luckily for him, he favored her too.

He could feel her eyes taking him in, leaving nothing behind. She was shrewd, cold, calculating, but then, he could be that way too if he tried hard enough. He closed his eyes, focusing on his center, breathing in deeply.

To Arlen, none of this really came naturally. He was not naturally graceful or strong. He wasn't fast. He wasn't agile. He wasn't aggressive. The only thing that really came 'naturally' was his drive to accomplish something. Now usually, that something was pretty aimless. He had tons of ambition, but nowhere to direct it. All he wanted in life was to be as strong as his dad and to make his Lune proud.

Maybe this will be the way to do it.

At her call of strike, he lunged forward, blade gleaming in the light. And then tumbling towards the ground. It didn't fall to the ground, rather Arlen dropped it swiftly to his side while using his other hand to cover his burning face. Before he had even executed the first move he'd already messed up horribly and he could hear his mentor's voice chastising him.

In a lunge, one extends the foot that is facing the opponent. Not the one in the rear. Like he had just done. On instinct, he lead with his left foot rather than his right. In any battle, not only would that have tripped him, turned him around, and made him look like an utter fool in front of his opponent, but it could have broken both his ankles if the opponent tried to unbalance him.

"I-I'm sorry I made a stupid mistake. I'll start over again." All the normal energy and excitement had completely vanished from his voice in his embarrassment. Hastily, he took up the starting position again just as before.
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Made a slight assumption to keep it more realistic as to why Teagan would make him use his left hand (and to keep the thread flowing for you) x3 Lemme know if it needs changing!

He seemed nervous, whether it was because he was put on the spot to perform or whether it was because he doubted himself, Teagan wasn’t sure. She wasn’t his teacher, wasn’t his mentor. She was his sister, his older sister, and that in and of itself seemed to carry a stigma with it. In the moments leading up to her sharp command, Arlen had attempted to calm his nerves.


When she’d given the call, he’d reacted instantly, though, his body had appeared to act on its own. In the movement, his hips had twisted at the last second, making it so that his unguarded side was pointed towards her instead of his sword side. Having her sword up to deflect his would-be blow had been pointless, as his rapier had never extended far enough to cause any danger. He’d pulled his thrust mid-action, and his once confident, annoying self went out like a flame doused with water.


Interesting.


He immediately apologized, and Teagan merely stared at him, her mind whirling with thoughts and musing over her observations of her younger brother. She raised a hand. “Stop,” she said when he took up his original position once more.


She looked him over again, her canary eyes moving from muscle to muscle, carefully examining his posture and natural comfort in the stance he’d taken. Without warning, she returned her sword to its sheath. “Sheath your blade.” She didn’t wait to see if he followed her command. Teagan turned, moving to retrieve Arlen’s abandoned shirt.


The Stryder bundled it up into a ball as she turned to stride back towards her brother. “Catch.” She tossed it, her eyes watching to see which hand the boy would grab it with. His mind knew the drills, knew what was expected of him to do, but, the body had revolted against such teachings. It had naturally righted itself, leading with the opposite side. His left side.


When he caught it, she merely nodded, and, if he tried to speak to her, it was ignored as she continued to move to her original position that mirrored him.


Her sword was unsheathed, but, this time, it was held in her opposite hand. It was her less dominate side, but, one that had been trained in nonetheless. In a fight, if something were to happen to her sword arm, she didn’t want to be defenseless. As well, it would do well to put off her would-be opponents. Training with Indi and her spear had helped her strengthen the technique so she could at least defend herself well enough with her left arm to not be completely useless with it.


She shifted her feet accordingly, pointedly looking at her brother’s rapier once more. “Now, again. But with your left.”




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His sister's command coated his bones in ice. He felt like curling up inside himself and never coming out to see the light of day again so certain was he that she was going to end the training right then and there. That she was so ashamed that he would make such a rookie mistake right off the bat. Even he knew that it was a mistake that should have been corrected within the first few days. And though it would correct himself with practice, it was always this way in the beginning, no matter what.


He watched her with trepidation, doing as she said and visibly wilting as she walked away. A sigh left the Stryder. Training was over, it seemed. He moved to follow her and absently caught the shirt she threw. The bunched cloth fell loosely in his left hand and he moved to put it back on and be on his way. As he was putting his arms in the sleeves, she walked right past him.


Wait, what? What was she doing? Half in his shirt, he watched with wonder as she switched hands effortlessly. Ambidextrous. That was the goal of any true swordsman, but Callum had warned him that since his blade had such structured form, it was better to master the sides separately so he didn't get mixed up.


She got in a mirrored stance to her previous one, eyes still on him. Stupidly he stood there until she looked at his rapier and barked out another command. He let the cloth slide down his arms before tossing it back where had come from, its pristine white newness already faded.


A nervous grin worked its way up his face as he unsheathed his sword with his right hand before switching. For a few seconds, he twisted the blade, trying to get the guard somewhere it wouldn't be in the way since it no longer laid across its knuckles like it was supposed to. When he had finally settled on the guard over his thumb, he pulled his right arm behind his back, his left foot forward. His back was ramrod straight and while he seemed perplexed by the mirroring, his body seemed to fit into this new shape far more easily.


Okay.


He gulped back his anxieties and took in a deep breath, waiting for her call. When she gave it, he would lunge forward - properly this time - aiming the tip of his dull training blade for the center of her chest. His right foot would dance forward to catch up to the left, readying him for any new position he so chose.


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As much as she might have preferred this much calmer version of Arlen, his lack of confidence in himself was beginning to grate on her nerves. It just…wasn’t Arlen. The younger Stryder was supposed to be over confident. Annoying. Chipper. The look and vibe that emanated off of him in that moment didn’t fit the image of the brother she was used to in her mind.


She hadn’t realized what her actions might have been read as until she had taken up her stance once more. The confused look he had, how he had half of his shirt already put back on, how, for a brief moment, he had just…stared. He must have thought she had given up on him. A minor blunder on her part, and one she wasn’t sure if—or how—she should try to fix. It appeared that an apology wasn’t needed to get him moving again though.


Her sharp command put the youth in action once more. Arlen did as she asked him, and she patiently waited for him to adjust to the new stance. The rapier was different than her own blade, unable to be so easily switched between hands with the knuckle guard that wrapped around the handle portion of it. After a few tests, Arlen managed to grasp his weapon in a way that was comfortable for him before taking up his new starting position.


As expected, his mind fought with his body to maintain the altered stance. It was different from what he had been previously taught, and, perhaps, a bit backwards in thinking for what the mind knew and what the body wanted. He was a bit stiff, but, he didn’t appear as uncomfortable with the positioning and angling of his feet as he had once been.


When she gave her call, he moved. His body was much more fluid, more natural, when leading with his left foot versus his right. She took a small jump backwards, deflecting his incoming blade with her own, an approving smirk tugging at her lips as metal met metal. “Again!” She barked, giving him no time to think about returning to the start position.


She continued to call the command for five more times, each time, shifting her footing so that the pair remained as close to the center of the clearing as possible. Her deflects were light, not wanting to damage the smaller, thinner blade with her sturdier, broader one. On the last deflect, she put a little more power into it, a wordless way to express she was satisfied—for the moment—with his exercise.


“How does it feel to use your left hand instead of your right?” She asked, putting some distance between them in case he was still caught up in the moment.




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Over and over again she called for him to strike and over and over again he did so. His hand adjusted with each repetition to find a more comfortable grip, his movements becoming more fluid and easy every time. What had previously taken him nearly half an hour to achieve was reached within half that time even on the 'wrong' side. This is what it was supposed to be like. He couldn't help but wonder how much farther he would have gotten in his training if he had started this way.


Just as his form grew more natural and confident, so did his blows become stronger and faster, each one better than the last. While this 'improvement' wasn't really that for he had been this good on his other side with an intense amount of effort, the ease with which he grew comfortable astounded him. The only discomfort he had to deal with was that of his guard, something that could most likely be remedied with a visit to his aunt.


In what became her last deflection, Teagan struck with a strength that Arlen had grown unaccustomed to and his form wavered with imbalance though he didn't fall like he thought he would.


Tea stepped back from her brother, signalling a break from their simple training. Arlen let his right arm fall loosely at his side while flexing his fingers that he had been clenching tightly. He breathed a sigh of relief at the break and smiled. His confidence had returned. Tail wagging furiously behind him, he scratched his head sheepishly. It's much easier. I don't know why I didn't try it sooner.


Except he did know why. His rapier didn't actually fit right in the palm of his left hand the way it did in his right. Although the motions themselves had been easier, his grip on the hilt itself was not and he knew that even someone at his level could easily knock it from his hand with a simple flick.


Arlen's green eyes flickered down at the sword with a sad look. I guess I'll have to get a different sword though.


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Wasn’t sure if you wanted to wrap this up or continue? :O

He’s been training well, she observed. Even with his training reversed, he had adapted and overcome.


Each rapid strike after the last became more natural, more fluid, like an extension of his own being. They became stronger, more confident, with each meeting of their steel. His footwork remained true as well, never once tripping him us as he moved to follow his target. He danced far better than she could have hoped for the annoying little brother she had always perceived him as. In the back of her mind, she made a small, mental note to perhaps check on his progress more often in the months to come.


He showed promise.


Thankfully, Arlen read her actions clearly in spite of the repetition she’d lured him into, and, when she wordlessly called for an end to their session, he stopped. It was another tally in his favor. He didn’t let himself become consumed by the fight. Arlen seemed pleased with their training, and Teagan couldn’t help but to let a proud, small smile slip across her features. “There aren’t many that naturally fight with the left,” she offered, her gaze falling to his blade hand.


He still held it awkwardly because of the knuckle guard, but, the grasp he had on it now looked more at ease than what it had been when they had originally started. To his words, and observing the forlorn look in his eyes, Teagan snorted dismissively. “Have Auntie Grynn fix it. She knows a lot about how to take care of and fix our weapons. I’m sure she’ll know how to reverse the guard for you.” It was one plus to being in the pack they were in and surrounded by the skilled individuals that they had.


Besides, it was just a sword, one that he would most likely grow out of once he became more skilled and graduated from his First Blood. Teagan had changed swords twice now, for instance. A blacksmith could only repair so much when a weapon was pushed to its max potential.


Teagan twisted her blade, taking up a fighting stance once again. “For now, just get used to it. You won’t always be able to find a weapon that fits your dominate hand. Best you figure out how to wield one before you’re put on the spot.” Death did not accept excuses and was not picky of its victims.




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Arlen's pleased expression shifted to one of shock at the rare sight of a smile on Teagan's face. After giving a sheepish one of his own, he couldn't help but return to his usual ways. Aw, Teagan, does it hurt to smile after frowning for so long? His snide comment was accented by his cocky, crooked grin and the fierce gleam in his green eyes. Paired with the bright rapier in his hand, he could have made quite the intimidating figure had he not been facing the older sister who saw him as a snot-nosed brat even now.


He couldn't help but look down quizzically at his hand. Is it really so weird? He couldn't help but question it. He hadn't really noticed anyone else fighting with their left hand but he also hadn't been looking for it either. I do everything with my left hand though... Maybe it should have clued him earlier, but to be honest, it had never occurred to him that Callum could have been wrong.


Alright, I'll stop by her shop sometime soon. He liked Aunt Grynn, even if she had almost caught him in the act of theft that one time. It made him smile again at the thought of an amateur fooling the older woman. Even now, he couldn't believe he'd gotten away with it.


Teagan took up her fighting stance and Arlen mimicked her readily, nodding at her advice. When she was done, he looked her in the eye, the only sign of what he was about to do. Without waiting for her call, he struck out, intentionally aiming at an arm rather than her torso. Though the training blade was dull for a reason, it was in bad taste to purposefully wound your partner without warning.


Did I scare ya, sis?


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Thanks for the thread<33

Of course, the little prick had to go and ruin whatever tiny warm feelings she might have felt in that moment with his stupid comment. Her smile disappeared instantly, replaced with a loathing scowl, bordering on a sneer. In the end, she decided to not answer his question. It was safer that way, for both her and him. It meant he didn’t have anything further to humiliate her with, and, in turn, it meant a less likely chance that she would have to explain to her parents why she beat up her kid brother.


As well, ignoring things was one of her specialties.


“Hnn,” she grunted to his question, still a little miffed by his earlier comment. Her tongue threatened to spit something nasty, and she had to force herself to reel it in. There was no use pursuing the matter, as much as it might have gotten under her skin to let the boy have the last word.


When Arlen continued, Teagan had finally returned to a state of semi-decency. “And others do everything with their right,” she pointed out bluntly, “Knowing which hand your enemy is strongest with will allow you to properly adjust your tactics to the fight.” In the end, it didn’t matter what hand he fought with. So long as he could fight and do so with a natural rhythm and stride, he’d be okay.


He agreed to see their aunt, and Teagan nodded once. If anyone could fix it, Grynn could. She was highly skilled in what she did, and was highly knowledgeable about the pack’s weapons and armory to begin with.


Arlen took up his stance once again, and the older Stryder had been about to call for the lesson to begin again when her brother struck out. Her body moved on its own, shifting out of danger as her sword came up and deflected his rapier. The loud clang of their steel biting into one another echoed throughout the dense forest around them. Thankfully for Teagan, her training and reflexes saved her from what would have been an embarrassing tag into her arm.


She smirked at his arrogant question, challenge gleaming in her canary eyes. “Don’t get cocky.”


Their training continued from there, working on strengthening Arlen’s form and footwork and getting him used to using his dominate side. The sun had climbed high into the sky before Teagan called for a halt, ending their training in preference for some much needed lunch.




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