#knife training

Something to cleanse my timeline! Enjoy!

The events of the past few days sped through Micah’s mind like a film reel set to high speed, pausing on all the missed chances. Ever since he’d relayed that message to his father regarding Anton’s wish for the end of not only the Rys Dynasty but also the Walker line, he found it hard to share close proximity with Drake. He’s right there, he’d find himself thinking, fingers tingling, palms itching and sweating, crawling with wanting to find the gun on his belt and aim with precision. He’s right there, I can end it now, he told himself as he bandaged the man’s hand, as he held the door open for him and forced smiles at him. He’d thought it might make his father proud, taking it upon himself to make a move. But he’d also thought how it might make Eamon Krass furious, stealing the kill that he was promised, and he’d thought about Anton and his strict adherence to plans... which was why he couldn’t understand the man’s allowance of Alex to keep going after Claire and drawing attention. I could take care of her, too, then Alex would have nothing more to fuck up. It would be so easy... he felt his hand curl into a fist, nails digging into his palm.

Kiara straightened up, standing from her stretch throwing her long midnight braid over her shoulder. She strode across the training space to where Micah stood, his hand white knuckled around his water bottle. “What’s on your mind, Micah?” She inquired, tilting her head, her eyes soft but inquisitive. “Looks like there’s more going on up there than self defense strategies.”

He took a swig of his water, keeping his eyes on the woman he’d been sworn to protect, serve, train. They’d been running knife defense drills all morning, and it was a good distraction from his thoughts. But during their water breaks all he could think of was how easy it would have been to eliminate both Drake and Claire out at that cabin. No one would even know for days. He didn’t understand the point in dragging it out with Alex’s games- the box on the steps being the latest one. “Just going over the next sequence before we start, my Lady,” he answered.

She crossed her arms in front of her, tilting her head from side to side until a slight pop came from her neck. “Well, I’m ready when you are,” she assumed a ready stance, right foot slightly in front of her left, knees bent and hands raised in front of her face. She was a natural at this.

Micah grinned, tightening the cap on his water and setting it down. He knew Lady Kiara was well above his station, but he couldn’t deny his attraction to her. A welcome distraction indeed. He grabbed the practice knife in his right hand and reached out, lightning fast with his left, latching onto her thin wrist and spinning her into him. His right arm came around her front, pressing the rubber blade to her throat. He walked her forward until she was in front of a training dummy. “Take the knife from me, my lady, and kill him,” he nodded over her shoulder at the dummy.

Kiara exhaled slowly, closing her eyes before running through the disarming sequence they’d drilled for the first half hour. She dug her fingers beneath his grip on the knife, bending one finger back until he released his grip, catching the handle with her other hand. In one motion she pulled down on the finger she still held, and swiftly aimed the knife at the dummy, jabbing it in the side. “Very well done, my lady,” he said, a sly smile on his face as he adjusted her placement of the blade by wrapping his hand around her wrist and guiding it slightly upwards. “Slip it right here... right between the ribs.”

Training Scenes vs. Film Scenes (Side-by-Side Comparison)