"Everyone starts somewhere," the female commented after seeing Robert's attempt at swinging the knife. She remembered how she, herself, was clumsy with the weapon when she was younger - months of practice and perfection, however, had left her quite capable.
"Don't think of the knife as something you are holding - think of it as an extension of your arm, think of it like your own hand." She swiped the air with her own knife, more slowly this time, so Robert could see what she was doing. She made sure to exaggerate the movements, to ensure that her son could see that her center of gravity was always in balance. She bent her knees more so than when she stood, spreading out her legs, her body tensed - keeping her balance, but also able to move in any direction at a moment's notice.
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