[That shift in expression tells Shindou they're about to start, and so he squares himself on the mat and adjusts the bō in his hands, one grip about a third of a way from each end.
When she comes forward, he edges back some, staff going up to fend off claws or fists should they make a move for him. His weight shifts onto his back foot, the other resting light in a cat-like stance, before his hold slides further down the wood and he attempts to swing back and around for an uppercut of a strike, to back her off.
Even should it connect, though, it's little more than a sharp swat. Shindou's had time to begin getting a handle on the form and motions that go with his new weapon, in class and his solo practice sessions, but putting the force behind them needed for combat is another story. Especially when there's flesh and blood on the other end of them.]
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When she comes forward, he edges back some, staff going up to fend off claws or fists should they make a move for him. His weight shifts onto his back foot, the other resting light in a cat-like stance, before his hold slides further down the wood and he attempts to swing back and around for an uppercut of a strike, to back her off.
Even should it connect, though, it's little more than a sharp swat. Shindou's had time to begin getting a handle on the form and motions that go with his new weapon, in class and his solo practice sessions, but putting the force behind them needed for combat is another story. Especially when there's flesh and blood on the other end of them.]