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*Thuck*
Grass parted to make way for the shovel of a sword as its blade carved into the ground beside her, violet and green eyes glanced briefly at the wedge; stuck three inches into the ground but it’d take but a shrug for her to pry it back out.
“Nicely done.”
Beau chuffed, giving an improvised flourish of the spear, eying the gouges Yasha’s blade had managed into the wooden length, “still don’t know how this is meant to hold up really - I get I said I had experience with quarterstaffs and all but…” she trailed off, catching Yasha’s gaze as she regarded her.
“That’s what the metal core is for; I’d of given you a full-metal pike if I thought it’d be more use but i think you work the lighter middle ground better.”
Yasha glanced back to her blade, the heavy slab of metal still embedded in the grass and yanked it free with practiced ease.
Their practice space was quiet; still within the area of Yasha’s territory but out far enough to not hear the constant sounds of other beasts around them. Just the steady crash of the waterfall behind and the flow of the river. Her Ravager napped soundly just before the plateaus edge.
Beau sighed, giving a final twirl of the staff before jabbing the point into the ground. “Look, Yasha - I’m grateful for you trying to help me improve out here, but after last time… y’know this is good for beasts and if I had to go toe-to-toe with you and all, but what about folks at range?”
“Range? More times than not if your enemy is competent, it’s already over - just gotta be keeping an ear and eye out.” Yasha considered, setting her blade down. “If you want I can go grab the rifles and test your reflexes?”
Cobalt blue eyes widened in alarm; she wasn’t quite sure when Yasha was joking or not yet but regardless having to pull all her martial arts knowledge of using an enemy’s weight against them to avoid being cleaved in two by a blade the size of her was quite enough for her fourth day in this place.
“Let’s not - I’ll just hope everyone’s as bad a shot as those two in… Balheimr?” Beau checked, earning a nod of confirmation.
“No more bullets at you for just now then, alright. Well, I guess I can test your another way then…” pale muscles flexed and rolled as Yasha removed her fur shawls and regarded Beau with a grin.
“What next - hand to hand then? I don’t feel like that’s gonna help.”
“Probably not, but as you said; in the case you gotta deal with a projectile - let’s add going toe-to-toe with that.” Yasha stepped back, hanging close to Frelsun as she honed her focus on Beau.
“Err Yasha when I said that I wasn’t being serious?” Beau stood staring her down, a deer in the headlights.
“Act fast.”
And Yasha charged.