"No, Dorian," Kain corrected solemnly, shaking his head. "Zefiris is right. It would be far better to just snap your opponent's neck. However, if you don't know what you're doing, that could be difficult. Beginners often have less trouble aiming for organs."
He now had an idea of the extent of Zefiris's knowledge, so he decided to abandon the dummy. She obviously knew what she was doing when it came to the human (or non-human) body, and he would rather not waste their time.
"Perhaps we should move on to some more practical lessons." Kain suggested, leading the other two in the short walk to the sparring section. It didn't seem that long ago that he had first started showing Dorian how to fight there. He stopped in the center, turning and glancing between Dorian and Zefiris. He even managed a bit of a grin.
"I am by no means an expert in hand to hand combat," Kain began, focusing on Zefiris. It was the truth. Dragoons were capable in hand to hand combat, but the bulk of their training went into the wielding of pole arms. They certainly weren't as organized in their hand to hand combat as Fabul's monks. "But I know enough to get you by. How strong and agile would you say you are?"