Oust could only stare at his teacher baffled. He felt like he was finally making some good progress, only to have the rug pulled from beneath him. He spoke, a hint of his frustration resurfacing.
"Master... I don't think I understand?"
Sir Corper gave a burly laugh before he answered.
"No, I wouldn't expect anyone to grasp it so easily... What I mean is, you already know how to fight well. You don't need to keep trying to fight like me. You already know what steps to take. You already know what strikes work for your body, your style, so to speak.
"Now build from that, and apply what I've taught you on executing those movements. It's time you start finding your own rhythm. It's time to start building your own kind of dance, cub. That is how you will learn to use your body to its full extent.
