Chapter 31 - Leg Sweep (Patreon)

"Good workout," she praised her sparring partner with a smile. "That move, what was that?”

“It was a foot sweep, of a sort, though the technique was a bit of fusion of several moves from a few martial arts on Earth, adapted for use with a sword in one hand.” Gothic looked pleased with himself. “Your footwork needs to be adapted,” Gothic advised/warned, looking serious now.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I’m assuming that much of your experience wielding a blade, especially a bat’leth, came from a previous host, Curzon, most likely, right?” Gothic asked.

“That’s right,” she slowly responded, getting an inkling as to where this was going.

“In the heat of prolonged battle, I think you’re falling back unconsciously on old habits, old memories, old muscle memory, maybe, if that seemingly translates from one host to another. Not sure how that works for you guys. Regardless, the bottom line is that you’re no longer a much larger man named Curzon anymore, you’re Jadzia, a woman now, with a much different center of gravity and your footwork and form needs to reflect that at all times,” the former freedom fighter turned General in the Bajoran Militia explained.