[Kella Greeran]

Kella pulled herself away and Yoska released her a bit reluctantly.
"I jumped a bit ahead to prove a point, bitti ambrol. But first thing first."
"A novel concept for you."
"You ought to learn the pretty parts of your new toy."
Yoska wandered a space away and picked up one of the daggers Kella had plunged into the ground. He idly twirled it in his hand, but Kella refused to look impressed on sheer principle. It didn't seem to deter Yoska from being a show-off in the slightest.
Stopping in front of her he sheathed his ribboned knife and balanced the military dagger on his palm.
"This handsome fellow, the dagger not myself," Yoska explained with a barely restrained grin, "Started showing up when armor got thicker, and harder for a longsword with its extended reach to do as much damage. So we have this pretty little stinger. It slides between armor better and is good for grappling."
His finger tapped the disk and the base of the grip.
"Now dik this bitti disk here, the guard for your fingers, this is a rondel. I think the term is from the prissy Jaedaxienne gaje."
His nose scrunched in disgust as he thought of the stuffed shirt farts he'd met in Jaedaxia, but smoothed as he continued to rapture over his favorite inanimate object in the world, apart from maybe a bottle.
"This disc guard means you can stab point up or down with great power through pads and mail."

Kella raised her own dagger, running her fingers across the edge of the rondel.
"And here I just thought it kept my fingers pretty."
She turned away and methodically stabbed at a ghostly set of armor, thinking where on the body steel plates would not cover flesh or where a blade could be slipped between overlapping layers of steel.
"You're a violent little thing now, Kell-bells," Yoska observed.
This was rewarded with a raised eyebrow and a curious, "Oh?"
"Or perhaps not," he amended, "You've always been piss and vinegar. Now you can just do some damage with more than your mouth." He chuckled, "It is likely not in my best interests to make your scratches all the more potent."
"Don't be silly, Yoska," Kella countered, a little flattered, "You'll have the upward hand on me for a long while yet."
"Vortimo, likely because you're an awful student. Wandering around, not listening, making lewd advances on your instructor."
"Lewd advances!" she managed to sputter indignantly.
"Vortimo, Kella you should be ashamed of yourself. But I will take pity on you and oblige if you insist. I find the average looking girls make better bedmates anyway, so present, so grateful."
Kella was betwixt a laugh and an attempt on his life, "Son of a …!"
"See, you are so overcome with passion, it has become violence." A sly look possessed his features as he guided them back to the lesson.
"Let us channel your repressed passions into something more useful, bitti ambrol. A little lesson on where to stab, not quite as obvious as one might think."
Jerking his head to the left he continued, "Av akai and mirror what I do, starting in that sword stance, but keep your left hand dangling on the left side of your thigh, and your right hand on your dagger at your hip to start."

With a curt nod, Kella fell into place, dancing between her feet a bit, testing the weight, but was jettisoned into motion the moment Yoska began to wield his dagger.
The Air'riela stepped forward into a downward stab freezing in place as he commented on each gesture.
"This is not the safest position, but this is where you will do damage to the shera and everything from a mush's elbows up."
He retreated and Kella trailed his actions with her own, then surged outward again in a diagonal stab to the right side.
"Kai you can cover yourself a little if you have forearm armor, and you can strike from the elbows to the temples. Same coming from the left," he shifted stances to demonstrate, "But kai it will be harder for you to block his blows."
The dance continued as he took an upward sloping stab to the invisible foe's middle.
"This is where you strike to hit anything below a man's chest, but he might be able to block you with his left hand."

Yoska's posture relaxed as he observed Kella continuing to mimic his movements, moving through them with growing speed. She had always been more of a dancer in her acrobatics than a pure gymnast. It seemed her fluid tendencies bled into her combat style, but these swimming and swift motions were punctuated a bit savagely as the blade was thrust into airy foes.

"Miri oza, ambrol, you need a bit more zor, power in your moves. The mush you are about to stick might hold still just to watch your rinkeni moves. If you haven't the raw zor, build it with speed."
He absently tapped the flat of the blade on his thigh.
"Remember, it will never be as rinkeni as all this. Your mush moves and swings back, shuffle a bit more and watch more than your own aim."