Whitefish River A Life Never Lives in Peace

her ears perked when Ira confirmed that they would, in fact, be beginning real training. but not just yet; first came a volley of questions that she greeted with silence, thinking carefully a moment before replying. she wasn't completely lacking in experience, but nor had she enough to be confident in her skill. "I know that I'm small and fast, and need to be smart to use that against bigger, more powerful opponents." the same words her father had shared, paraphrased. "In a fight, I should try and unbalance my opponent, give myself the upper hand." 

"Weak spots - it'd be like hunting, wouldn't it? Watch how they move, where they put their weight." the last question takes her a moment, and she answers uncertainly; "I guess you'd stop when they're not going to be a threat to you, anymore."