Chapter 86: Balance
Charon ducked under Wallflower’s scythe, the blade whizzing inches above his nose.
She spun into a kick that slammed into his chest, forcing him back a few paces. He grunted from the pain but remained standing, a result that earned him an approving nod, albeit a curt one.
The reason for the attack was the next important step in using a scythe, according to Wallflower: balance.
"Control is the goal, which we have gone over. The next step will be learning how to flow that control into everything else you do, which can only be done with proper balance."
She tapped him on the chest, his body wobbling backwards as he struggled not to fall.
"A scythe is an unwieldy weapon, as heavy as it is unbalanced to one side. You must master using it without sacrificing your stance. Falling on the battlefield is tantamount to suicide."
She had then launched into a new exercise where she would constantly force him into precarious situations, hoping to push him off balance and knock him on his ass.
Every time he failed, she made him do a bunch of exercises, just like the first "lesson."
Charon braced himself, anticipating the next blow.
Wallflower didn’t disappoint.
She lunged forward, sweeping the butt of her scythe in a low arc. He jumped it, barely, but when his foot landed, she twisted and brought the blade around in a diagonal swipe. He spun to avoid it just in time, stumbling on the landing.
His shoe scraped against the mat as he tried to regain his footing, and in that moment of weakness, she surged in.