Altair couldn’t help but smile at the way her ears swiveled towards him in full attention. What the hell was it with these pointy eared chicks that always gave him the warm and fuzzies? He focused his attention back on the task at hand, his tail almost waving out of control briefly before he settled it down. Altair looked around at the building once more, pondering to himself, “Why don’t we turn this place into a garden again? I know the kinda shit that would grow real nice here all year ‘round without too much care.”
He patiently let her try the grip release over and over again till she finally got it, “Yay!” He clapped cheerfully, genuinely happy to see her succeed. Altair grabbed her wrist again to let her try again - it was one of those things that you got down if you managed it just once. He paused briefly when she spoke, surprise on his face. Altair shook his head with a grin, “I love fightin’,” He explained, “I ain’t ever gonna be mad that someone got me on the ground. In fact, I give mad props for it.”
Altair stepped back, “Now let’s try a kick. Kick with the ball of your foot as an offensive kick towards my stomach,” He pointed to his torso, “In this spot called the solar plexus. You kick someone there, it knocks the wind outta 'em and folds 'em in half,” Altair looked back at her, “Pretend you’re kicking down a door or aim at a target through me to gather up the oomph you need,” She wasn’t Force sensitive, so he had to get creative with the terminology, “Kick with the foot you have in the back in your stance for maximum damage,” Altair held his palm up to catch her kick.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you land a nut shot this time,” He said with a teasing grin.
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