[In Progress] The Art of War
Who: Miriallia Haww - [film-memories], Zhang He - [beautyanddeath]
Where: The Gardens
When: Late morning/afternoon [after this thread.]
Rating: TBA
Summary: Zhang He attempts to teach Miriallia how to wield a weapon.
the Story:
After the chaos of the mirrored people and the Duchess' disappearance, it was hardly comforting to watch as peace settled in, despite the fact there was much left unresolved. It was only a matter of time until the situation degraded again, and as a man used to war and the prospect of looming battles, Zhang He had thought it best to start preparations for such events. Of those few people he knew, most had already proved themselves capable warriors. Miriallia had not, and therein lied the problem.
He had seen even the daintiest of women, the Qiao sisters of Wu, hold their own in the heat of battle, and so he suspected that Miriallia was not incapable of learning how to hold her own in a fight... with a little encouragement and guidance. He could not deny that he had worried about her during the fire and destruction, especially as she lacked Ranmaru and Gaomon's fighting abilities.
He had chosen to recline against the trunk of a tree as he waited for the young woman to arrive, while he pondered the best way of approaching the subject. Ah yes... he would advise this course of action and then offer her his services, if she did not refute the notion outright. That seemed to be the most respectful manner of approach.
Where: The Gardens
When: Late morning/afternoon [after this thread.]
Rating: TBA
Summary: Zhang He attempts to teach Miriallia how to wield a weapon.
the Story:
After the chaos of the mirrored people and the Duchess' disappearance, it was hardly comforting to watch as peace settled in, despite the fact there was much left unresolved. It was only a matter of time until the situation degraded again, and as a man used to war and the prospect of looming battles, Zhang He had thought it best to start preparations for such events. Of those few people he knew, most had already proved themselves capable warriors. Miriallia had not, and therein lied the problem.
He had seen even the daintiest of women, the Qiao sisters of Wu, hold their own in the heat of battle, and so he suspected that Miriallia was not incapable of learning how to hold her own in a fight... with a little encouragement and guidance. He could not deny that he had worried about her during the fire and destruction, especially as she lacked Ranmaru and Gaomon's fighting abilities.
He had chosen to recline against the trunk of a tree as he waited for the young woman to arrive, while he pondered the best way of approaching the subject. Ah yes... he would advise this course of action and then offer her his services, if she did not refute the notion outright. That seemed to be the most respectful manner of approach.