Akaza Stance Novels & Stories

“Okay, you really suck.” He laughed too, taking my hand. “I thought we already established that last time?” “Yeah, my bad.” I put my hand on my hips, circling him. “Okay, I've noticed you can't keep your balance—that's why it's so easy for me to knock you down. Show me your ready stance again.” He spread his legs wide, his back leg raised slightly on his toe, the other extended forward. His body was bent low, one hand near his leg, the other drawn back in a defensive posture.

So I nodded, even though I had no idea what they were doing or what I was supposed to do. For some reason, he thought I was some dragon queen and if humouring him was going to get me a breath of fresh air, so be it. Azaiah signalled someone to come over. Kaiz stepped forward, his gaze measuring me like he could see right through me. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and carried himself with the quiet confidence of someone who had fought countless battles and survived them all. His presence was commanding, and the way the others in the training area subtly adjusted their posture told me they held him in high regard.

The heat radiating from the grill warmed my frozen legs. The driver's side door flew open with brutal force. Kaz stepped out. He wore his dark combat gear. A long hunting knife was strapped to his right thigh. He looked like the god of war. His amber eyes burned with absolute, unchecked fury. He did not like being delayed. He hated insubordination. "Move your ass, Kenzo," Kaz growled. His deep voice carried a dangerous, feral edge. "No," I answered simply.

But Kazan’s attack was never meant to kill him; it was a distraction. With Kazan drawing Oberon's defensive line, the prince had left his right flank completely exposed. I dropped to one knee, my heart hammering a fierce, unbroken rhythm as I held Astraea securely against my side with one arm. "Now, sweetie," I whispered into her hair. "Show him what a star looks like."

I prayed none of the triplets would come and misunderstand. "Okay show me your stance." He requested and I pushed my left hand forward and folded my palm. "That is your stance?", He asked to be certain and I was slightly offended by his question but I nodded. "Your balance isn't so great. You could fall with a little push and your hands should be in front of your face to ward off any attack made to your face." He corrected me and showed me his stance and his hand placement and it made sense. And Moon Goddess should be seeing this creature, he's so gentle.

I see Royce land on the ground to the left, his powerful aura swirling around him, lightning flashing around him, making the crawlers run from the bright light. I look back at the man before me. “You know what I mean,” I answer quietly. “Making my entrance,” Azarakh says motioning to the room. He then pauses looking at his hand, flexing it slowly. He steps closer to me, and I hold my ground, my eyes now blazing pink as I call forth my aura, allowing it to fill the room. I see his face contort slightly with pain before he chuckles.

One hand is all that it required"I instructed and she nodded again, clearly watching closely. Suddenly, I noticed something; not just the sword, but also her body posture seems wrong. Mehn...I really have a lot to teach this girl. I touched the bridge of my nose, thinking of more easiest way. "Alright, I think we need to work on your standing posture Hazel. This isn't some dancing show you know." I teased and she chuckled. "So now, whenever you want to handle your sword, you keep what we call a fighting stance. Your feet and shoulders must be wide apart, and your knees, slightly bent" I instructed, positioning her feet the way it should. Something magnetism shot through my veins the second I

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

And here I am, waking up with bruises on my elbows and determination burning in my chest. I sit up slowly, massaging my shoulder. Koa watches me, with his dark and sharp eyes “You’re not just learning to fight,” he says after a while. “You’re learning to move like him.” I pause. “Alejandro?” He nods. “Your stances. The way you anchor your hips. It’s not coincidence. The bond between you… it’s syncing.” My heart stutters.

She half-yelled, gaining a chuckle from Blaze, who covered it up with her palm over her mouth. "Not minding this experience. You have learnt how to throw good punches and quite good kicks." She applauded her and Stacy stayed back resting on the bare ground. Some sand was already in her hair, glued to her arms too. Blaze walked to her, towering over her. "Get up, Missy." She ordered, reaching out her hand to hers. Stacy raised her half-lidded eyes, battling with the rising sun. She got up and moved her arms up for a defensive pose. From the look of her stance, she appeared weak already. Blaze came closer and she moved backwards. "Wait!" She ordered and bent to her weak knees and adjusted them