Priscilla "I named her after him, Solaire was his name."
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Reima "D-did you just say Solaire?"
Priscilla nods, "Yes, why... Is something wrong?"
Reima "My travelling companion and friend's name is Solaire..." His answer surprises her, it must some sort of coincidence...
Priscilla "Describe him to me..."
Reima "Blonde hair, yellow eyes, broad jaw and always-"
Priscilla "Smiling." A lone tear made it's way down her cheek, "Brother." Reima takes this chance to properly comfort her this time... He will not be laughed at again.
She sits there silently for a while before turning towards him, "Bring him here." She asks earnestly.
Reima thinks for a moment, he could just use the summon sight to bring him here... But where's the fun in that? If you meeting doesn't pan out as expected she'd probably just shut herself away in the painting...
Reima "How about this, You come with me... And we find him together?"
Priscilla shakes her head firmly, "No... I-I still have to protect this world."
Reima scoffs causing her to frown briefly, "Priscilla, the doll is the only key inside... The other inhabitants are safe regardless of your actions. So, tell me, what do YOU want to do."
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She stands while grabbing her scythe after coming to her conclusion, "I want to find my brother." Reima smiles at this, before trying to calm her excitement. "Hold your horses... It's dangerous out there, I need to make sure you're ready."
Priscilla "What? Thou wouldst doubt mine abilities?" She says in a slightly raised voice.
Reima "I don't doubt that you're strong, it's just that being strong isn't enough. You have to follow my orders to the letter."
Priscilla "Dost thou think you can challenge me?" She says, adopting her stoic persona again.
Reima "How about this? If I beat you, you listen to me. If you beat me I listen to you."
She nods before growing to 7ft tall and readying her scythe in a straight backed stance... Reima doubts that she'd had any combat training whatsoever, maybe he should take some time before they leave to teach her some basic footwork and techniques? She has her feet spaced closely together as if she's preparing to do ballet or something, she draws back her scythe while telegraphing her attack. She swings it at him trying to behead him, knowing that an undead would eventually return.
Reima easily ducks under the strike before barrelling into her, knocking her out of her weak stance and onto her butt.
She looks up at him with a frown before fading from view... If she did this anywhere to anyone else it would be difficult to combat, but due to her steps being tracked in the snow and Reima having Observation Haki she's quickly found from her invisibility.
She swings her scythe again but finds her strike being parried away, Reima had quickly stepped forward and performed a palm strike to the shaft preventing the weapon from completing it's full attack arc. He then quickly taps her foot that's trying to retreat causing her to crumple to the floor.
Reima "Your footwork is awful, strikes are easily dodged and you seem wholly under prepared for combat."
She grumbles, silently agreeing with him... Everything she knew was self taught... The only opponents she had were the mindless hollows that went down with one strike.
Priscilla "Help me then, train me in combat." She almost pleads to him.
Reima nods, "I was going to even if you didn't want it... Stand up."
She stands and awaits his instruction, she had seen how easily he fended off her strikes.
Reima "Spread your feet further apart and bend your knee slightly... Too far, feet should be around shoulder width... Good. Change your grip on your weapon", She shifts her hands up and down the Scythe confusedly. Reima walks up and places her hands on the correct starting points, he notes how soft they are as he steps back. "When you were wielding the scythe against me you were too stiff. With long weapons like spears, halberds, bo staff's or even scythes, the key is movement. Due to the weapon being strongest at a certain distance, people will try and get closer to gain an advantage. You prevent this with careful footwork, spacing and control of your weapon... Shrink down and pass me it for a moment."
She does as he asks and hands him the scythe, he backs up and twirls it, never keeping the same grip on it as he moves through various strikes, feints and even kicks. He finishes the demonstration by jabbing the butt of the scythe forward. Priscilla looks on amazed, she'd never even thought of such things while plainly swinging it. "Teach me" these words unconsciously slip out when he finishes.
He grins before getting closer with her and handed back the scythe, "Ok, don't start twirling it around now... That takes some real practise not to stab yourself... Trust me on this." he grimaces as he remembers Vesemir applying poultices to his newly opened butt hole.
And so, the Witcher starts mentoring the Dragon on basic combat forms and movements, she absorbs it like a sponge, with her familiarity with the scythe she slowly manages to get the hang of the movements... During couple weeks he spent teaching her, they would take occasional breaks where he would share the food and non-alcoholic drinks with her. He'd also gifted her some proper boots and trousers so she wouldn't have to walk around bare-foot. Obviously she had to shrink to 6ft tall to fit into them but she didn't seem to mind.