Philomel watched as one of her finest soldiers - a strong woman called Glenda, who had been steadily moving up through the ranks over time - set the two humans in motion. As a human herself Glenda was perhaps the best option for the two for them, for she understood their strengths and weaknesses best. When the older man got the move called 'the serpent uppercut' completely out of shape, Glenda was there for rush over and give him direct pointers.
From where she stood, at the edge of the fighting field and slowly packing around, Philomel allowed herself a good view of all of the soldiers and crew there. Twenty of them were more adept at bows, however she had required they still joined in today. The purpose of this task, over the next few days of her time, was to get them focused as one unit. Having Nevin and this Sketchy one here was merely an addition. A way of seeing what sort of friends that Stare the crow had. If they wished to practise and learn then this was currently the best place for them, as Glenda took them through the first day of simple stances and basic movements.
That one has no balance.
Philomel glanced over to find Veridian sitting crouched on the balstrade of the ship. She blinked and raised a brow. Which one? There's a few lacking in perfection.
His nose gestured to the side where the two new men were. One, the younger, was apparently trying all the movements but without a proper weapon in it hands. The faun saw he had a whip tucked into his belt, but it would only take a madman to attempt to use that in such a practise combat situation, when running though the most basic footwork. Instead, he had somehow got hold of a wooden practise piece. She grunted a choke of laughter.
"He's not balanced because the moves are made by me taking in to account the weight of an average weapon," she sighed. "Idiot Glenda, didn't she ..."
Rolling her eyes, Philomel pushed herself off from the wall. As she did she continued to watch the two humans, still taking in the measure of them. She found overall them to be determined, a confused expression but a willingness to just go with what they had - they had been, quite deliberately, thrown right in the deep end. It was often her idea of testing out the waters of any new fighter. It told her that they were very new, and so clearly their idea of needing combat training was real, but it also told them that they were so thirsty for education that they were trying their best to fulfill what Glenda, an experienced fighter, told them. They were far below the basic skill of any of the crew, however still they managed to grasp some of the more basic concepts and it generally told Philomel what she needed -
That she liked these people.
It took her a moment to duck into the armoury that was off the side of the deck and step out with a steel sword. The edges were dulled and a little tired, but with work they would become as good as new. Taking it she headed over, circling right the way around and complementing those warriors who were doing well, until she got to Sketch and Nevin. She had wanted to be impressed, and now she was impressed upon, and thus she came to stand right beside them. She held out the steel sword to Nevin, hilt first, blade carefully balanced over her forearms.
"Try this, Nevin, Alchemist," she said quietly. "At least for now, for practise." She eyed him, then the other, "When this session is done, Glenda will call a break. Come and see me at the front of the ship near the figure head."
And she offered them a single bow of the head before turning away. Off to go to Glenda and murmur with her about the next steps in the general training of everyone.
