The deflection of his blade sent Chachanji stumbling a couple steps in the direction his weapon had been diverted. To his credit, he still had his sword in hand, but that may have been solely due to the death-grip he had on it. He managed to regain his footing well enough, though his back was to his opponent.
His eyes had squeezed shut out of habit just as he swung - perhaps still afraid to see the results of his attack, for good or for ill - and he forced one back open as heard Warren's command.
"R-right!" he blurted out, glancing over his shoulder with the one open eye. Silently repeating the mantra in his head again, he pressed his assault. His form, perhaps due to the suggestion echoing in his mind, was almost the same as the last - right down to the same closed-eyed horizontal slash at the end. Also likely was the fact that he had been praised for it, so he was sticking to that rather than try mixing things up.
Gran, bored now that his playmate was suitably distracted and his victory won, settled down in the dirt beneath Victory's shadow. His glistening black eyes also found the sharp movements of the training interesting, and thus his focus went there. What they were actually doing, besides his assumed guess of play-fighting similar to that betwixt the chocobo and himself, was lost on the baby behemoth.
His eyes had squeezed shut out of habit just as he swung - perhaps still afraid to see the results of his attack, for good or for ill - and he forced one back open as heard Warren's command.
"R-right!" he blurted out, glancing over his shoulder with the one open eye. Silently repeating the mantra in his head again, he pressed his assault. His form, perhaps due to the suggestion echoing in his mind, was almost the same as the last - right down to the same closed-eyed horizontal slash at the end. Also likely was the fact that he had been praised for it, so he was sticking to that rather than try mixing things up.
Gran, bored now that his playmate was suitably distracted and his victory won, settled down in the dirt beneath Victory's shadow. His glistening black eyes also found the sharp movements of the training interesting, and thus his focus went there. What they were actually doing, besides his assumed guess of play-fighting similar to that betwixt the chocobo and himself, was lost on the baby behemoth.
