But at the moment, he was teaching Henck to keep his hands up.
Jarrod popped him with a quick jab. Henck pawed his hands out and pulled his head back, and Jarrod hit him three more times, lightly, moving around him.
“Parry, dammit,” Jarrod growled. “Don’t engage the punch. Keep your head down and your hands up. Tuck your elbows in and get your weight on your back foot. Your arms are your shield. You don’t reach out to catch a sword with your shield, do you?”
Henck made a lunge and Jarrod dodged it as the pain from his ribs, still tightly bound, sparked through him. He threw a knife-edge kick up into Henck’s guard, something Henck could parry easily if he did it right.
Henck’s tight guard and upright facing absorbed the blow, and he moved in, a grin splitting his dirty face.
“Excellent
