Cressey"Let's see, the first lesson is..." Cressey began, nodding with enthusiasm in response to Thal's question, before her voice began to trail off.
Current Location: Tylsen Guild Courtyard
Current Location: Tylsen Guild Courtyard
"Is..." her voice trailed off once more, suddenly far more uncertain, as her mind failed to come up with an answer as she ran up against an unexpected obstacle.
She'd never actually taught anyone before.
And frankly, she wasn't quite sure what it entailed, or where she should really begin.
Should she begin with strengthening his form?
Or should she just instruct him on the most basic of basics?
Maybe she should just jump straight to techniques, and leave him to figure them out himself?
It was quite a conundrum, and she found herself hesitating on how to answer.
To her 'teaching' meant long, mind-numbing lectures, and complex, headache-inducing equations, something she would normally staunchly reject taking any part in.
But, she couldn't deny her guildmate's expectations; that ovilkin's eager smile as he took up his lance.
And besides, she felt herself at a crossroads, having recently come up against a proverbial wall in the sewers, and now being awakened to a new manner of power in the strange device on her wrist.
Perhaps, it would do her some good to reflect on the fundamentals of her training? Maybe she would remember anew, some key thing she was missing, or a vital skill she'd failed to nurture.
But for that, she needed to think back.
Back to those early spring mornings, when the thin layer of frost crunched beneath her soft, satin shoes, as she snuck away from a dreadfully boring afternoon of droll book-learning to learn the far more fascinating art of the lance.
Her 'teacher' at the time was her house's head of security; a menacing tower of a woman, with a height that rivaled that of Thea's, and a fearsome countenance like an executioner's guillotine.
She seldom spoke, adding to her intense aura, and giving Cressey little opportunity to learn more about her.
What she did know, was that in her heyday, she had joined the Valgem military at a rather early age, and quickly made a name for herself as a brutal, and efficient slayer of men, until a debilitating injury took her out of commission. no longer able to fight, and with little other paths open to her, she took her father's offer for a warm, gilded roof over her head, and steady, reliable work hunting game, warding off bandits and highwaymen, and tending to the house's residents.
Very few could muster the nerve to approach her, aside from herself, her father and grandfather, and oddly enough; the charming, bountiful bundle of cheer that was Head Chef Flareze, who, when she wasn't working in the kitchen, always seemed to be found close by to the dour executioner.
What the nature of their relationship was, Cressey never learned, and as long as they were happy, she didn't bother to pry.
The frills and lace she wore, as was standard for the uniform of the house's staff, were an ill, almost comical fit for her.
As they should have been, the girl was a terrible maid; on more than a few occasions, Cressey had peeked into the kitchen to find her brutishly chopping slabs of meat with her greatsword.
But, she was a master when it came to two-handed weaponry, from glaives, to blades, to spears, and though her teaching methods could be...grueling, especially for a young, dainty noble girl,
They were doubtlessly effective.
Cressey rapped her mind, trying to picture the stalwart executioner, tried to remember the wisdom instilled by her gravely, husky voice, as she barked commands at the young noble struggling before her.
"...First...Form. we'll cover form," Cressey blurted, having finished her internal deliberation.
Yes, it was all coming back to her now, and like a broken sieve, she began pouring her knowledge down upon the ovilkin, and upon any of the other guild members who were within earshot.
"Keep your legs wide, and your spear up. Your grip should be a loose, but not too loose. You should keep yourself stiff, but malleable, ready to dig in your boots and hold your ground, or fly away from impending danger at a moment's notice..." she begins, taking up her familiar stance, guiding Thalgrukh with a far more composed nuance, that barely masked the enthusiasm bubbling within her.
"Spears are weapons of speed and precision, not strength!
"Your power will primarily come from your wrists, your elbow, and your shoulder!"
"Only commit your full weight to a strike when you're certain it will land!"
"Remember that you're at a disadvantage in close quarters, so wide swings thrown carelessly can you leave you wide open to counterattack!"
"Use jabs methodically to feel out the distance between you and your opponent!
"...And when your foe thinks they've figured out your range, let your spear slide in your grip, and catch them off-guard!"
As time went on, Cressey's teachings grew far more spirited, and soon, a small crowd began to form around the pair, populated by both novice adventurers whom had yet to cut their teeth on any meaningful combat, and some older, more grizzled guildsmen and women who had grown interested in learning some new method or technique that had eluded them in all their years.
With one last demonstration, Cressey finished her lesson, sending her spear forward, piercing her target from a range that seemed all but impossible for someone with such a short, diminutive stature.
Pulling her lance back, she wiped away the sweat that had accumulated across her brow with the back of her gauntlet, before turning her attention back towards the ovilkin.
"I think that's enough for today!" she sighed in exertion, craning her neck to look up at the orc
"Now just practice those drills I showed you, and find a spear or lance you're comfortable with, and you'll be half as good as me in no time!"
An appreciative smile she hadn't realized she'd been wearing beamed proudly on her face.
Honestly, she wasn't sure yet if this whole 'teaching' experiment had really taught her anything new, or given her any sort of epiphany.
But it was certainly fun.
And for that alone, she found herself feeling it was worthwhile.