"Good," she said, pleased with his answer. She looked down at his hand, and the knife; he was holding it awkwardly, almost like one would hold a pencil. She shook her head, approaching him and showing him her own knife, which she had expertly gripped in her hand, ready for any maneuver. She then moved her hands towards his, attempting to mold his hand over the knife like hers was - it would be much, much easier for him to fight when he wasn't holding the knife like it carried a disease.
She then stepped back, turning to the side so that she was facing the forest. "Obviously, the most common thing you can do with a knife is this --" She stepped forward, flashing out her hand and knife so that it was a metallic blur in the air, stabbing an invisible foe. As fast as she had jabbed, she pulled it back again. She then looked at Robert.
"An enemy will see that coming a mile away," she said, "but let's just see how you do it." She then stepped back, allowing room for her son to make an attempt at stabbing with the knife.
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