Nicola
*Grey nods lightly, watching her movements with an observant expression. It was a bit slow and sloppy, but what more could he expect really?*
"Good. One last guard form, but that comes later. Become familiar with these, make it an instinctual."

*The wolf says, cycling through his own forms as a refresher to himself. He starts with mid guard as usual, his body turned and his left leg leading. His right hand on the butt of his staff and his left somewhere in-between the middle and his right.*

*He the shifts once more, turning his body to face straight as he brought his butted hand across his chest, close to his armpit. His left hand leading the spear high into the sky. Finally, he shifts into low guard, his left leg always seeming to lead despite what you'd expect when using weapons. Bringing the staff to the floor.*
Beverly
*Juna would watch him, trying to mimic his movements at the same pace as him only to find herself falling slightly behind in trying to correct and perfect her own movements.

Coming to return herself back to mid-guard, she'd look back to him, asking:*"Is... The final guard the hardest...?"*She wouldn't say that the ones so far were too hard so much as took them a while to get used to. Juna could do it just fine while keeping the stick lightly in her hand, but when it came to using her actual strength in holding the guard against an attack, she was still uncertain of how that would end.

She'd shift the staff into one hand, placing her right hand at the end of it before she would try to bring it down towards the ground, perhaps it was an actual attack of sorts, but it felt too light to her when she did it. Surely it would take more force than that to down an enemy.*
Nicola
"Hard...? Not at all."

*Grey held back a smirk, resting his position in consideration to Juna's own attempts. A distraction he could not be, an observer he must however. Watching the smaller Canifor bring down her weapon in what resembled that of an attack. A weak attempt, though due to no fault of her own surely.*

"Juna. High guard." 
*Then, without another word, Grey moves closer to Juna, seeming to circle her and observe her formation.*
Beverly
*As Grey would mention it not being that hard, she would let out a quiet sigh of relief only contested by the wonder of whether he meant not hard for himself or not hard for her.

With him circling her and telling her to use high guard, her heart would race a bit in feeling the pressure of eyes being on her. She'd place her other hand back on staff and would raise it, mimicking the motion from earlier with some hesitation as if she doubted in being right. Juna held still for the time being, not sure if she were meant to keep this stance the whole time.*
Nicola
*Grey nodded lightly as she moved, gently observing the girl before him. Occasionally pushing her limbs into a better position with his own staff. Widening her leg, pushing to brace her knees, attempting to make her arms abit straighter.*
"Stances emanate power. If your stance is sloppy or weak, often the strike that comes from it won't be much better."

*Grey stands off to the slideline then.*
"Slash at the air. Bring your right foot forward and let the momentum of the staff do the damage."