"No, no! You're doing it all wrong!"
The Warrior blinked, halting in mid swing, his sword hovering just above Prishe, who had placed her hands on her hips, a deep frown on her face.
"I am… doing it wrong?" He blinked again, confused.
Prishe nodded. "Yup! You're not doing it right. You don't go swinging your sword when you're this close to an opponent."
Replacing his blade back to his side, the Warrior looked down at the Elvaan, an eyebrow arched, mimicking an earlier expression he had seen her use on Zidane. "Then what am I supposed to do?"
She grinned widely. "Simple! Give 'em the o' shot-between!"
Another blink. "Shot… between? Between the what? The eyes?"
Prishe snorted. "Not unless you wanna poke their eyes. Nah, you just gotta—" and to this, turning her body so she no longer faced him, and then she demonstrated with a swing of her leg, start out in front of her.
But even with the movement, the Warrior still did not understand what she was aiming for. Their heig