"Alright then, let's do this! Wooh!" The druid girl exclaimed, in very obviously forced-out excitement that sounded particularly fraudulent.

The following minutes, she would suffer defeat after consecutive defeat, having her branch smacked out of her hands, failing to properly block the incoming strike or not standing in the proper state. Her offense was even worse, not managing the footwork very well at all, as she couldn't quite seem to grasp the the concept and way to move, making communication between her feet and brain spooty at best... Which resulted in rather [s]hilarious[/s] unfortunate situations, such as the poor girl tripping over herself, looking like she was about to take a huge [s]dump[/s] nose-powdering break while approaching her opponent, or just genuinely looking like the most amateurish of amaterus.

Moments became whiles and whiles became hours. Although she earnestly tried her best and, as well as she could, followed the instructions of her two tutors, the girl only made marginal progress. This isn't to say she failed ot take any steps forward - not at all, her stance at the very least was improving and becoming more in line with what was being taught, but by no means was she close to beomg able to put it into practical or actual use in a life-or-death scenario. It wasn't like she was a star fighter with latent, hidden potential in martial prowess. Back home, at most, she'd only ever swung a hatchet in defense of the homestead, and that was only against wild beasties or much lesser variety.

Plopping down n her butt and letting out a sigh after their little sparring and training session, the raven-haired girl looked both pouty and upset. Branch lying next to her while both hands were planted in the grass next to her so as to keep her upright, she seemed a bit upset that she hadn't managed to make as much progress or grasp these basics very well... The sun had moved a fair bit and it was safe to say that noon and midday had come and gone and soon evening and dusk would be here.

"It's... A lot trickier than I thought..." She said, hands closing to tug at the starws of grass in her palms. "It's a lot to keep in mind... Your posture... How you move your limbs and body.... I always thought fighting was just, y'know, swinging the sharp end of something at the  baddies. Didn't think it was this much... Technique... involved in beating others up." She mused, obviously contemplating the implications of her own underestimation of the art of melee-combat. Her goldne eyes lazily sacanned the sky above, before looking at each of her compatriots.

"Thanks for the lesson, you guys. I learned a lot of things I didn't know... And things I didn't know I didn't know." Her words were kind and sincere, although she did look a bit upset still - at her own lack of skill. "Anyway, who taught you guys how to fight? Did you have an instructor or learn on your own? Or by watching? Back in my village, the only fighters we had were the local militia, and they were just some of the bigger, brawnier fellows who volunteered to act as guards... Doubt any of them had a single day of actual fighting-practice in their entire lives."

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Druid Girl's face turned beet-red and her eyes went wide as saucers... And were moist for some reason... It seemed she had grown rather famished due to all this rigorous practice... Her mouth was also shaped into a rather humorous squiggle-like configuration and she didn' seem quite sure what to do with herself, as she sat on the grass, frantically moving her hands and arms in an indecisive fashion that swapped between trying to cover her stomach and her face...