"Hoh, that is quite the technique," Oliver said. "But if you don't work it into the flow of combat, it'll hit nothing but the most novice of foes. Even the most powerful of techniques, if you use it from the off, will be defeated by a discerning eye."
"Grrr… I thought I'd be closer to getting you with that," Firyr said, distraught.
"An attack begins like this," Oliver said, feigning a slash to Firyr's thigh. Firyr reacted strongly to that, taking an almost fearful backwards step, and lowering his guard in an instant. Then Oliver delivered a light jab to Firyr's chest. Not a move made designed to finish a man, but simply to attract his attention. Once more, Firyr reacted strongly, trying to wrestle the blade away. "At least two threats, Firyr, that is the heart of it, but even that rule of two threats needs to be worked into the flow of combat."
