Private Hands on

[Nolan ork]

“Why not I’d love a little competition”

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro's smile widened slightly as she stepped toward the open training area. "Alright, then," she said, turning to face him as she casually rolled her shoulders. "Show me what you've got."
Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

Nolan lunged forward swinging at zesiro trying not to hurt her but going fast enough to keep her on edge

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro watched Nolan come at her without immediately giving ground, waiting until he had committed himself to the swing before she moved. At the last moment, she shifted aside and brought one arm up to redirect the incoming strike, while her other hand reached toward his arm as she stepped closer rather than retreating.

It was a simple maneuver, one she had used countless times before against people larger and stronger than herself. If she could catch his arm, she would use his own forward momentum against him, turning beneath it while positioning her hip to potentially send him over her shoulder.

A small smile remained on her face throughout the attempt. "You did ask for competition."

Nolan ork

 

[Nolan ork]

“I guess I’m getting what I asked for” Nolan chuckled before being flipped and fell right on his back