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"A-Ah... yes. I will try that." He said, nodding as he stepped forward again and he eased his grip on the staff, talons having dug little grooves in it. Ooops... Maybe she wouldn't notice?

Ok, stand his ground and use the staff, he could do that right? He hoped so. This was all part of the class he was sure, learning all of this stuff even if it seemed that his frist reaction hadn't been the one that his teacher had been looking for... in fact the fact that she was disapointed in him caused his stomach to knot a little. He didn't want to mess up in his first battle class after all.

Part of Ligeia, the overwhelming part wanted to retreat again, wanted to flee from the strike instead of facing it... instead though he gave a little scree, lifted the wooden pole up between himself and the attack, and attempted to steel himself best that he could for the impact. He'd even managed to keep his eyes open when he wanted to squeeze them shut.

Ligeia's dark eyes went down to the wooden pole in show as he heard the crack as the two weapons collided, he poked at the crack, "Ahh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break your stick." He murmured, looking a little upset that he'd broken it, he hadn't meant too. Maybe his father would replace the weapon and that way the teacher wouldn't be mad at him?

Ligeia looked down at it, his weapon? He kinda liked that idea. He wondered if he could talk his father into getting him one of his own that he could take with him so that he could pratice at home. He flapped his wings, "Ahh, I see." He murmured running his hand over the crack, it wasn't to bad. He was sure that they could continue right?

He looked up at the teacher waiting for her next orders.

"A large stick, alright. I will try to find one." He said, wanting to be able to practice at home so that he could get a better feel for the weapon that he had chose. Then she was attacking again, his mind raced a moment. What was it that she had said, meet it at an angle right so as not to crack it... worse. He did just that, meeting the next attack with an defensive move like he'd been told to use, there was a bit of a jarring from the impact that went through the wooden pole and into him. His wings gave a flap at the odd feeling that caused.

Wow! He'd done it! And right this time even! His wings flapped with his excitement, a small victory but this showed that he was starting to understand! It was a victory he would take.

He gave a smile as he looked down at his gloved, thicker palmed ones. He would have to look into that as well as getting a pratice pole for at him, "Alright. I will ask my Dad about getting some." He said. He released the pole with one hand to flex it then switched it to the other side to do the same with the other hand, better.

Ligeia gave a flutter ofhis wings, ready this time for the attack as he started to bring up his pole again to block the attack... though as close as it was he wasn't as ready for. He gave a little yelp as a pair of fingers got in the way of the blocking of the sheathe. He drew that hand back, shaking it rapidly as if that would help. Owwie... that he'd not expected and it smarted a bit. He looked down at it, bending them to make sure that they weren't broken. Nope, just very sore.

"Ahhh, yes." He said, storing away that information for later use. He shifted where he was holding the pole, ignored the throbbing in the two fingers since he didn't think that it was that bad. He didn't want to let a little set back stop him from the learning from the teacher, everytime he messed up she would explain what he had done wrong and how to fix it so then he would only get better by continueing not matter what. What were a couple squished fingers?