William
Cynthia felt her face grow warm. "Oops." As Mox pushed it back into the earth, tail unraveling from the dummy and twitching back and forth awkwardly. Tilting her head she listened, then nodded.

"Alright, I can move quickly so long as I'm not... Moving all of me. I'll keep it in mind." As she adjusted her grip on the dagger and grimaced a touch at the sword. 

"I will. I don't want 'stubby' to be a nickname of mine." With a face at that idea.
Jodi
"Justtttt keep that in thought when you're defending yourself. Instincts are useful." *Picking up the blade again Mox stabs it into the earth with the edge pointing away from the dummy, just close enough that if Cynthia isn't careful they'll smack the dull edge.* "You won't cut yourself on this, but this will serve as a reminder without causing too much injury." 

*Taking a step back once more Mox let them get back to giving the dummy what for. Watching their form for a few minutes before digging into their pack for a few items to see if he couldn't fix the nicks on the halberds edge.*
William
Cynthia nodded and tried adjusting her form. She, obviously, had not had any real training. She acted on a mix of instinct and logic; Necks are weak points. So are eyes. Soft belly. Joints. There was an urge to attack in a purely instinctive manner, but she resisted. 

"Ah-" As she, thoughtlessly, bumped the sword with a coil of her tail, moving it back quickly. She gives it another go, the mental chastisement visible on her face.
Jodi
*When she bumps into the sword Mox moves up and adjusts the distance of the sword from the dummy, moving it a little closer when she starts getting use to it. Trying to help train her in both control and thought of where her tail is.* "If you want to take a break I'm not going to chastise you for it, no one becomes perfect in a single day." 

*Stepping back over to the back of the Inn he takes a seat and runs a whetstone over the edge of his halberd. Looking up once in awhile to make sure she wasn't pushing herself to much.*