[He could have assisted you with your training, but he decides not to. You strike him as the kind of fighter who learns better with her body. So she leaves you to your devices (he is pleased to see, however, that you seemed to have made a good choice; those axes love you) while he attends to the business of teaching.
Soon enough, the time comes for the end of the class, and with it, the special activity. He heads for the head of the hall, and claps his hands twice.]
Well then! I think by now you're all either familiar with your weapon, or have re-familiarized yourselves with it. Now for that special assignment.
[As he says this, you see his skin become covered with what seems like an overlay of the human musculature, except that it is somehow all of silvery and black and reddish at the same time, and that it fairly hums with power. His face also becomes covered with a mask: a battle-scarred golden komainu.
He draws one of his swords, and as you watch, it lengthens into a sword almost as long as a preteen child is tall. He holds it horizontally across his chest.]
You have nine and a quarter minutes to try and hit me, whether all at once or one at a time, from the moment I say go. Be warned: I will defend myself to the best of my ability. Any injuries you sustain, I will heal after class. Your performance here has a direct impact on your final grade, so I suggest that you bring your A-game. Got it? Okay... go!
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Soon enough, the time comes for the end of the class, and with it, the special activity. He heads for the head of the hall, and claps his hands twice.]
Well then! I think by now you're all either familiar with your weapon, or have re-familiarized yourselves with it. Now for that special assignment.
[As he says this, you see his skin become covered with what seems like an overlay of the human musculature, except that it is somehow all of silvery and black and reddish at the same time, and that it fairly hums with power. His face also becomes covered with a mask: a battle-scarred golden komainu.
He draws one of his swords, and as you watch, it lengthens into a sword almost as long as a preteen child is tall. He holds it horizontally across his chest.]
You have nine and a quarter minutes to try and hit me, whether all at once or one at a time, from the moment I say go. Be warned: I will defend myself to the best of my ability. Any injuries you sustain, I will heal after class. Your performance here has a direct impact on your final grade, so I suggest that you bring your A-game. Got it? Okay... go!