An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Tiny, baby mini-chapter that was supposed to be part of Saturday’s update. Yay, mid-week updates!!
Thank you so much for your support guys <3 I hope you enjoy Beka trying to teach Yuri a medieval variant of some martial arts!
“What am I doing wrong?” He huffs, hauling himself to his feet and waving away the hand that Beka offers him.
“You’re concentrating too hard on the swing,” Beka says. “You need the stability to support it. Concentrate on the position of your left leg.”
“Basically you’re kicking too high and overbalancing yourself.” Roza adds, and Yuri rolls his eyes at her.
“What happened to ‘good height’?” he grumbles. She shrugs, tucking her chin on the palms of her hands, elbows in the dirt.
“No point in kicking that high if you’re just going to fall on your ass doing it. Why do you think we started with the ones at waist height?”
Yuri steels himself, and takes up position again.
“Alright.” He moves again...
“Fucking...” Even Beka is smiling now. Yuri sighs. “Is there a way of doing this that will make tomorrow’s ride less painful?”