Herding Children

[You have witnessed a critical success, and gained 1 XP toward Staff Fighter.]

When the weapon you're practicing with is a dull gardening tool, messages like THAT catch your attention. The only problem is, we were children swinging lawn tools at sticks. Who…

"Yenqwa." I said, approaching him.

"It's not my fault!" he said, "I'm trying to put it back!" Crying, he held one of the posts in both his hands. Scarcely a forearm's length, for an adult, but it his hands…

"Do it again." I said.

"Do WHAT again?"

"Whatever you just did with the stick." I said. "I want to see it."

"What?"

I struck toward him with the flat side of my tool. Effortlessly, he blocked it. <1>

"You need to move your foot…"

He slapped me across the wrist with the stick, sending my trowel flying. "Stop poking me! Leave me alone."

"Hyurk." I said. What I meant, as one might guess, is "Please don't lift me off the ground by the neck. It hurts."