Nicola
"A staff. Learn to use it. Will be Abit unwieldy as it isn't well made, but it's serves it's purpose."

*Grey says, amused by her puzzled expression. The wolf seeming to assume a position with the staff, placing his right leg forward. Holding the end of the shaft with his right hand as well, almost like a sword.*

"Match me."
Beverly
"...A staff?"*She asked, slightly confused. Juna was only half aware of the stick-like weaponry people wielded. However, she had never actually seen one in use before. This was supposed to help her? Juna would watch Grey, trying to copy his stance before looking back at him once more.*"I've... I don't think I've ever used a weapon like this before..."*She'd say, feeling completely unnatural with the staff she held.*
Nicola
"I see... Much to learn then. It'll come with time and experience..."

*Grey's own form seems trained and rather natural, a tad goofy as he holds the stick. And yet such a weapon was quiet powerful as well.*

*Grey would cycle between some forms for a moment. One his current, the staff pointing back across at Juna.*
"Mid guard."

*He then shifts, bringing the staff up and close to his chest, pointing at the air.*
"High guard."

*And finally, the staff lowers all the way, coming from his hip to the floor. A diagonal look as it crossed from his right to his left.*
"Low guard. Mid guard will be your returning point. Whenever you're finished, return as such."
Beverly
*Juna watched his movement, unsure of whether or not he wanted her to copy each of his movements. After a moments pause, she'd find herself repeating the words to herself, soon murmuring aloud:*

"Mid guard..."*Juna kept in the position she was in for the time being. Hesitantly she'd raise the staff up, pointing one end up into the air.*

"High Guard..."*Shifting the staff she would lower it to the ground, holding it diagonally like the position Grey was currently in.*

"Low Guard..."*Juna had to admit, she felt silly doing this, unable to stop the feeling of heat from the slight embarrassment rising to her cheeks. She wasn't even quite sure what the guards were supposed to be for. Raising the stick back up to its original position, she would say:*"Mid... Guard...?"

*It was almost a question at this point. He had already said it would take time and experience. She hoped that time and experience wouldn't be in the middle of a life or death situation.*