[ It doesn't feel like that much of a dance, once he gets into it -- he can feel the rhythm, there, but he can tell how this would be used in a fight, learning how to shift his weight, to move with it, keeping the blade steady at his side, feeling how he needs to hold it in order to keep himself balanced each time, even with the light weight of the rapier. Wash starts to be able to look more at her than their feet, eventually, a little from familiarity with the repeated movement and a little from learning to read her entire body, not just the feet.
She moves well, and Wash keeps being reminded of that dancing elegance from earlier, the fluid motions with which she'd spun the blade in her hands, how he'd almost not realized she was moving to attack when she'd spun around to face him until the blade was heading straight towards him. A few times, their eyes meet, Wash always searching for a sign of how he's learning, Lakshmi giving him a quiet nod here and there, and -- he wonders, what this must be, for her, if it's easier to teach him than to think of it. It probably is.
There's a sudden movement. Wash notices a difference in the way her body readies herself for the next movement, ready enough to try and follow whatever it is, and he mimics it readily enough. He doesn't trip, but turning his body with it when he's trying to watch her to copy it turns out difficult, and he loses his balance slightly, has to shift his feet out to steady himself, a slight stumble that he recovers from easily enough. ]
Almost. [ There's a tick in his jaw. He needs to do that better. ]
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She moves well, and Wash keeps being reminded of that dancing elegance from earlier, the fluid motions with which she'd spun the blade in her hands, how he'd almost not realized she was moving to attack when she'd spun around to face him until the blade was heading straight towards him. A few times, their eyes meet, Wash always searching for a sign of how he's learning, Lakshmi giving him a quiet nod here and there, and -- he wonders, what this must be, for her, if it's easier to teach him than to think of it. It probably is.
There's a sudden movement. Wash notices a difference in the way her body readies herself for the next movement, ready enough to try and follow whatever it is, and he mimics it readily enough. He doesn't trip, but turning his body with it when he's trying to watch her to copy it turns out difficult, and he loses his balance slightly, has to shift his feet out to steady himself, a slight stumble that he recovers from easily enough. ]
Almost. [ There's a tick in his jaw. He needs to do that better. ]