[Rhargn Etn]

Rhargn listened carefully as the priest began to speak and critisize. From first apperances, the ruffian had thought it humorous for a man of such a frail frame to teach about a weapon like the mace. However, as the serious, realistic words fluttered from the old man's mouth, he nodded understandingly, gaining more respect for him with each sentence he spoke.

As Faulto laid his hand on Rhargn's chest, the behemoth knitted brows together in a look of slight bamboozlement. It didn't really make sense to him. How was he supposed to see from his chest first? The ruffian wasn't the most spiritual person alive and so he found it confusing, what his tutor was saying. However, as the sash was put about his vision, Rhargn began to concentrate on what he had been told. He stood for several seconds, trying to slip his way into the state that he'd had explained. It was complex and he didn't know if he was there, but he did begin to move more fluidly, using more body muscles then before.

His legs flowed into his basic stance while he came from above his head with his weapon, using his hips and back muscles as well as his arms. With this a few times, he moved from bottom to top. He swayed slightly as he went about it, the weight of the mace almost toppling him. After, the ruffian moved onto his horizontal attacks, using his hips and chest to get more control and fluidity. Finally, Rhargn unknowingly began to use the whole of his body from feet to shoulders in his diagonal attacks. He wasn't rightly sure if he'd done what he'd been asked, but it certainly felt different.