Moonspear BWP5—siren

She watched as he worked again at it, only for the result of it to be as successful as the first. He could see for himself that while the effort looked minimal, it was not; there was more to it than the mere flicking of ones wrist, though it looked that way. Hydra trusted that he would, and so did not say more on the matter. As for his second question, nodded. Be aware of them. Use what you can. Drive your opponent, do not let them drive you, she drawled, which was easier said than done. But it was something her mother had always taught her to do. Guide the fight. If you observe a root, for example, you could feasibly push your opponent in that direction; if you are lucky, the ground can aid you in causing their misstep where your teeth might not have been able to, she advised. 

There was much for her to teach, and while there was much to say there was also much to show. And show him he would. For now, though, to train his endurance and stamina. Perhaps you can guide your enemy up and up and up some more, she drawled, glancing toward the upper reaches of Moonspear. She did not mean here, on their mountain, but in general, those not used to high altitudes who do too much too soon will find it is difficult to breathe. The air changes, becomes thinner, Hydra educated, her gaze falling back to him. Hydra had acclimated to such things, though Dragomir would likely need time himself to do so in full. We can begin taking walks when you feel ready to do so at the higher altitudes, and then runs. Best not to overexert onesself too soon, she instructed. 

Wondering if he felt rested enough, Hydra gestured toward where she had been climbing some time ago. I was heading that way myself, if you would like to join me, she offered then, wondering if he might feel ready now. She left the choice to him, though would think no less of him if he was not yet ready then and there.