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”To answer your first question Miss Dezantro, yes she was. She was the Daughter of Cinder Gray, The Leader of the Lionesses at the time. The Eldest to be specific.” Lonán answered as he began to stand up slowly. ”And I watched her several times to learn some of her basic moves, as well as her signature, however I will demonstrate the basic techniques.”


He walked a few paces but stayed in the firelight. ”So, for your viewing pleasure, I give you, the Desert Lion’s Fist.” He said, as he got into a stance and began to demonstrate several strikes and blocks, recalling how Sigrun demonstrated the proper stance and basic unarmed techniques for the purposes of self defense. She wanted to ensure not only was he good with the blade like his Grandfather and Father, but that his very body, his very fists would be a weapon should he be without either.

The movements lasted for a good four and a half minutes. By the time he stopped he got back into the ready stance of the technique. ”And that is the basics of my Grandmother’s style. I’ve been trying to make my own style by meshing it along with my Grandfather’s sword style together but I’ve not Figured out how well they could cohesively meld.” He said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck.