The Wolf
My Omega attacked me with the knife in a hand. Her posture was all wrong, her shoulders dropped, her arm raised poorly, in a weird angle. I made her stop and walked to her, given her directions on how to handle the knife and to not come straight to her opponent. She was too small and fragile. Her position should always be defensive, not offensive. I fixed her shoulders back and showed her how to grab the knife with the blade facing down, not up. Leukos frowned after I was done giving her advice and looked up at me with a curious expression.
“When did you start learning how to fight?” she asked me, practicing a strike that was both weak and desynchronized. I pinched the bridge of my nose and fixed her shoulders back again, lining them with her hips and showing her the
