<style type="text/css">
.dresden1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#9db8cf; letter-spacing:1px; }
.dresdenooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;}
.dresden1 p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;}
.dresden1 {width:425px;border:3px solid #9db8cf;background-color:#353E4B;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:12px;line-height:13px;color:#12171b;}
</style>
The warrior watched as the girl imitated his movements with the knife, nodding in approval when she managed to give a good demonstration of it. It had seemed like ages since Dresden last taught anyone the use of these weapons. He had offered a young girl some lessons in the use of her newly obtained bow not too long ago. It was a different sort of thrill than fighting, but it made him feel like he was doing something right. That this new life of his wasn’t utterly hopeless.
"I have used them for stealth a few times, when the situations required it," he said, nodding slightly. Kobol’s warriors had their fair share of low-key, undercover missions, though Dresden’s forte was more along the lines of brute force and defensive measures. Defending the tribe lands from raiders was a much more common mission for the husky male. He watched as he mimicked the way he handled it, nodding in approval once more. "Yeah, kinda like that. Make sure not to hold it too tightly, though. You’ll want to be able to move it to different positions quickly if you want to use it for stealth. Then, as you go in for the strike," he said, swiping at the empty air again, "steady your grip so the blade stays true."