Jett snorted when she brought up her lack of strength. "Well, that's try of a lot of people. Knife fighting isn't about strength, though. It's about speed and surprise, which is what I'm teaching you. And, fucking stop with all your regretting bullshit. Just stop holding back, stop thinking, stop worrying and work on instinct."
Jett helped Versa practice, somewhat agitated now when she didn't hit his wrist hard enough, or when she hesitated to strike. He didn't voice the irritation, but it was likely felt, nonetheless.
"Your aunt and uncle, huh?" Jett asked, incredulous with her claim. "And Toby would definitely not wear a Dracula costume. He probably won't dress up at all, and if he does it'll be something.... not like that." Jett laughed a little, possibly recalling a few past costumes of Toby's.
"You'll do fine. No need for strength. All the spots I'm teaching you to hit, those are weak points in the body. Even a child could hit hard enough to hurt someone."
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Versailles could tell that she was bothering him with her hesitance. She really couldn’t hurt him in a way that would actually hurt him, too scared of accidentally creating permanent damage. His irritation stressed her out, tail flicking anxiously behind her as they continued on.
“Your faith in my ability to stab you is concerning. Not that it’s technically a bad thing, I guess.”
Versailles took a moment to calm her nerves before going back at the practice, throwing her weight into it to try and do better. She’d dragged him all the way out here, she may as well put in the effort to prove she had been paying attention. She had always been a teacher’s pet, carrying herself to the top of the class at all times, trying to go above and beyond what was expected of her. Her disability was a perfect example of this. She wasn’t interested in finding a course taught in sign language, she only enrolled in the regular classes with spoken lectures. If she could aim for perfection there, she could do it here until she wore herself out and collapsed. By the end of the lesson Versailles wasn’t collapsing, but she desperately needed a shower.
“Good enough for the day? Or forever.."
Versailles rubbed her wrists, tenderly pressing to test for bruising. Only one would have a bruise, she thought.
“I think I can just practice on my own after this. I’ll call you when I get over my fear of guns, and then we can go fight monsters. Sound good?"
She was joking of course. She doubted that fear would ever go away, but it was getting dark. The creepy crawlies would be sniffing them out soon. Versailles collected her knife and returned to the vehicle, waiting for Jett to drive them out of there.
“Your faith in my ability to stab you is concerning. Not that it’s technically a bad thing, I guess.”
Versailles took a moment to calm her nerves before going back at the practice, throwing her weight into it to try and do better. She’d dragged him all the way out here, she may as well put in the effort to prove she had been paying attention. She had always been a teacher’s pet, carrying herself to the top of the class at all times, trying to go above and beyond what was expected of her. Her disability was a perfect example of this. She wasn’t interested in finding a course taught in sign language, she only enrolled in the regular classes with spoken lectures. If she could aim for perfection there, she could do it here until she wore herself out and collapsed. By the end of the lesson Versailles wasn’t collapsing, but she desperately needed a shower.
“Good enough for the day? Or forever.."
Versailles rubbed her wrists, tenderly pressing to test for bruising. Only one would have a bruise, she thought.
“I think I can just practice on my own after this. I’ll call you when I get over my fear of guns, and then we can go fight monsters. Sound good?"
She was joking of course. She doubted that fear would ever go away, but it was getting dark. The creepy crawlies would be sniffing them out soon. Versailles collected her knife and returned to the vehicle, waiting for Jett to drive them out of there.