[Lips purse in mild-frustration, giving him a look that tells him that he's sending counter-productive signals. The professional look and proper suit telling her one thing, the soft touches telling her another. So she does what comes to min: she sticks her tongue out at him in a quick out then in movement.]
....Dancing thing?
[For the briefest of moments she's a bit confused, looking at the metronome, and then everything clicks. They had talked about training, him teaching her those lightening fast moves of his, and combining her dance background with her movements. It was something she'd considered once, but hadn't been able to give it much thought. Work had kept her too busy and trying to stay alive was a full-time job.]
....Mmm... Fast is good. [Fast meant you could get in and out and move on. That the opponent had little time to react. Fast meant life or death. For probably the first time, Elena is happy to be in her Academy uniform - the flexibility and maneuverability allowed by the skirt optimal for training.] All right....but no laughing if this looks a little off.
[She doesn't wait for any further instruction to attack, the distance plenty to gain the proper speed, moving quickly on the balls of her feet. She's not direct in her approach, steps taking her slightly to the left. Hands lift as she moves closer, moving into a neutral position at her chest until she's close enough to strike. When she is, her right arm moves forward as if to jab, only for her entire upper body drop with a sharp bend at the waist, leg snapping up in a quick arc towards his head.]
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....Dancing thing?
[For the briefest of moments she's a bit confused, looking at the metronome, and then everything clicks. They had talked about training, him teaching her those lightening fast moves of his, and combining her dance background with her movements. It was something she'd considered once, but hadn't been able to give it much thought. Work had kept her too busy and trying to stay alive was a full-time job.]
....Mmm... Fast is good. [Fast meant you could get in and out and move on. That the opponent had little time to react. Fast meant life or death. For probably the first time, Elena is happy to be in her Academy uniform - the flexibility and maneuverability allowed by the skirt optimal for training.] All right....but no laughing if this looks a little off.
[She doesn't wait for any further instruction to attack, the distance plenty to gain the proper speed, moving quickly on the balls of her feet. She's not direct in her approach, steps taking her slightly to the left. Hands lift as she moves closer, moving into a neutral position at her chest until she's close enough to strike. When she is, her right arm moves forward as if to jab, only for her entire upper body drop with a sharp bend at the waist, leg snapping up in a quick arc towards his head.]