“No—..no!” Jamie grumbled out, getting the slightest bit patient now that you were messing up the formation on the moves to correctly defend yourself just in case you were needed to.

He took the dagger from your gasp, huffing subtly under his breath with small Gaelic grumbles. Fixing the grip in your hand, he adjusted your posture, making you stand up a little taller with a nudge to your lower back.

With the tip of his toe, his moved your foot forwards slightly until he thought it was adequate. His blue eyes flitted over your form, backing away with his arms crossed in the midst of the small camp.

“Like this,” the Scott said, demonstrating the move once more. His arm would jerk forwards, his foot stomping forwards as well to add strength into the stab in the cadaver.

“Ya’ ken?” Jamie asked, stepped back and crossing his arms over his chest, blue eyes flitting over your form with a patient expression.“Now you do it. You need ta’ learn how ta’ defend yerself.”