Multi-disciplined Training

[Blaze]

Logos frowns at Mal, shaking her head.

"Of course not. I am far too old to learn anything new, too set in my ways."

[muffinstud]

"Nonsense. You have a wickedly sharp mind, and a body equally matched in skill, deadliness and beauty. You could learn anything if you only had the proper motivation." Mal spins the two in one fluid motion, setting himself to be the one on top and Logos laying on the ground below. "You have excellent power, reflexes, and technique. However, you need to learn grace and fluidity. As I said before, you also need to have something in your life besides the arts. Dance would fill this gap perfectly."

[Blaze]

Logos scowls and plants both her feet on the ground, using their strength to push herself back up.

"If this was all some plan of yours to turn me into some fluttery bimbo, you can forget it."

She shoves Mal off of her and starts to walks off!

[muffinstud]

As Logos walks away, a pair of fingers jab into her side, between her ribs. While disproportionately painful, it no doubt isn't something she hasn't dealt with before. Mal stands behind her. "You lack finesse, Logos. You rely on your brute strength to carry you through. I would teach you to focus that same strength into an area the size of a pin. Does that sound fluttery to you?"

[Blaze]

Logos spins about, trying to grab at Mal's wrist and twist it! She glowers, her other fist trembling.

"You train me in a fighting style that only demands brutality and then have the nerve to say I lack finesse?"