Stabbing Pose Reference Novels & Stories

Come with me," she said and I followed her. She halted when we came in front of a punching bag that was suspended from the ceiling. "First I'm going to teach you the jab punch. Assume a fighting stance with your fists in guard position. Extend your lead arm straight ahead, keeping your fist in line with its starting point. Return your fist quickly back to your face. Things you should know, keep your head straight, and your toes should be pointed in the same direction as your chest. Turn your fist so your palm faces down and do not pivot your lead foot." She explained but I was confused, I didn't understand what I was supposed to do.

“OK, I want you to get on your stomach, pinup style. To keep your ass away from the blood, let’s put your chest there. Baby, you can get up now. You did great.” Sidney peeled herself from one location in the sheets and stuck herself down in the next. “Yes, OK, perfect,” Brady continued. “Now, prop your chin up on your bloody hands and cross your ankles. You know the pose I’m talking about? I want to get a hint of ass in there. Right there! Now, make it creepy.”

“We make a good team.” “We don’t have a team,” I muttered under my breath. He grinned. “Not yet.” Ignoring him, I walked past the crab-shaped figure and stopped in front of the Dancer’s Pose. Something about it caught my eye. It looked harder than the rest, but at least it didn’t make me look like a crawling idiot. “Player 0467 has chosen Dancer’s Pose,” the voice echoed. Hoodie guy let out a small laugh behind me. “Dancer’s Pose, huh?”

“Understood.” He tossed me a pair of hand wraps. “We’ll start with posture. Most people carry their fear in their shoulders. We don’t. We keep them down and wide so we can breathe. Chin tucked, hands up but relaxed.” He stepped into a loose stance. “Feet in a triangle—one back, weight in the middle. If I push you, I want you to roll, not topple.” He pushed; I rolled. It felt, bizarrely, like a dance lesson.

“Eyes, throat, knees. But we’ll work up to that. For now: balance.” He nudged my feet into place with the toe of his boot. “Wider,” he said. “You’re not posing for a portrait. You’re trying not to get knocked over.” I adjusted. The stance felt weird at first—exposed and defensive at the same time. “Good,” he said. He reached for my forearms, lightly adjusting the angle. “Hands up, elbows in. You want your bones to help, not just muscle.” His touch was professional. Impersonal. But my body still flinched, a reflex I hated.

“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.

EMBER’S POV Where we’re going turns out to be a room in the sub level I didn’t know existed, all matted floor and low light and the specific smell of a place where people hurt each other on purpose. It’s cold. I’m still half-asleep. I hate everything. “So how does this—” I start, and he’s already moving. “Stance.” He circles behind me. “Feet apart. Wider. Weight back on your heels, not your toes, or the first person who touches you puts you on the floor.” His hands land on my hips.

I asked, turning around. Ronan sat on the edge of the wide armchair, leg extended on the ottoman I’d pulled over. He looked tired but determined, the kind of look that made my chest feel tight. “Hit me with it.” I brought over a set of light dumbbells and positioned myself beside him. “Seated shoulder presses with a twist. Keep the movement controlled. This will help with your stick handling balance once you’re back in net.” He took the weights and started the reps while I spotted him, hands hovering near his elbows for form.

He stared at his legs and I thought he'd be mad or upset because he could only move his toes and couldn't do it anymore but instead he was smiling " This is good news right?" " Definitely baby. All hope isn't lost yet." I smiled at him and pecked his lips before pushing him farther into the training field. " Alright Luna, let's start with the basics. Let me see your fighting stance." He said and folded his arms. I quickly posed, holding out my left hand and leg and leaving the right hand and leg in the rear. " Nice. You're using the orthodox stance." He nodded. He went and brought out a dummy made of foam and explained how to attack it.

The effect is damage when using the sword. Yao Tai held the sword and played with it. He really felt like a real swordsman right now. With this, he could accurately locate [stab] into the bones of the skeleton. You don't have to worry about it not hitting the bone When using [stab]. Before that, he was reluctant to use the skill [Stab] because he was worried that his sword would pass through the skeleton's body, so he mostly used his fist and elbow.. لكن Now, you don't need to worry because he possessed the [Sword Mastery] skill. The combination of [Sword Mastery] and [Stab] was great.