"Nah nah, you're doing it wrong." Ozzy grabbed Brianna's hand. "This is how you make a proper fist." He rearanged her fingers, so that her thumb only touched the pointer and middle fingers.
Brianna made a clumsy attempt to swing a punch. However, she leaned to far forward and nearly fell on her face. "Maybe I should just stick with the knife."
Ozzy looked confused. "I thought you had a sword as well."
Brianna turned away, slightly embarassed. "Yeah, I did, but I accidentally stuck the tip in Grissom's foot. Grimm said I leave it behind or loan it to one of the guys."
"That makes sense," said Ozzy. So far, his crash course in boxing was not working on the girl. "Look, maybe you should stick to that sonic cry of yours."
Brianna corrected her fist by herself and practice punching some invisible target. "Yeah, but what if I'm in another situation where it doesn't work? What if I cry myself hoarse again? Even if I just knew how to punch a nose--"
"Now, lass, what are you thinkin'?" Mason Templar had seen the two.
"Oh God," began Ozzy. "I hope that fucking bird's not going to shit on me."
"Thinking what?" asked Brianna, not sure what Mason meant.
"Seems to me you're jumping into a boiling pot of danger, young Miss." He held up her hand and kissed it. "A lady of your nobility shouldn't wrap herself up in vagabond's business. Now, off to find my bird a small calf to feast on!"
"What an ass," said Ozzy, after Mason was out of hearing range.
Brianna shrugged. "I think he's sweet. He called the daughter of peasents 'noble'. Very sweet. Now come on, and show me how do an upper-cut. Sweet or not, he does that again and I'll give him vertigo with a scream."
