Despite Asher not being around for the key parts of his younger brothers growing up, he's still a big brother, he just finds new targets for that now. Generally other mercenaries but those are thin on the ground since no one really seems to decide to drag greenhorns all wet behind the ears up to Skyhold because the first sight of a rift or Venatori or Red Templars and they'd be saying their mothers said they had to go home immediately. Even fifteen year old angry at everything with no place in the world Asher would've balked at what he's seen so far. "Nah, you've got chances, plenty of people want to corrupt the innocent, why d'you think I'm banned from about three dozen Chantries last I checked?"
(It's actually four dozen, but it's not Asher's job to count.)
"Korrin's got a lot more height than you, and even if you're a blacksmith, she's still Vashoth, muscle mass is different, and she's a woman so that means where her weight is centred is different to yours as well over and above everything else," Asher explains, having a little bit of height and some muscle on Sam in different places but still not nearly as much as Korrin does, but he's got a much closer build obviously. "And she's used to merc life and getting in the thick of it even though as a mage she was meant to be in back, her fault when she got the scars for it. Blocking'll be something you'll need to learn first. How that feels when something hits and jars all the way up your arm to your teeth. Holding your ground. Pressing an attack."
As he speaks he backs up, shifting to the correct stance with his greataxe out, his hands positioned on the haft of the axe - closer than they'd be on a mage's staff in any of the moves he's seen that require two hands to turn it, the axe held about hip height before he swings out, cutting at an imaginary foe where he'd get them under the rib. Easier to cut there and not hit bone, to hit where it's soft and they scream, especially for a reaver.
no subject
(It's actually four dozen, but it's not Asher's job to count.)
"Korrin's got a lot more height than you, and even if you're a blacksmith, she's still Vashoth, muscle mass is different, and she's a woman so that means where her weight is centred is different to yours as well over and above everything else," Asher explains, having a little bit of height and some muscle on Sam in different places but still not nearly as much as Korrin does, but he's got a much closer build obviously. "And she's used to merc life and getting in the thick of it even though as a mage she was meant to be in back, her fault when she got the scars for it. Blocking'll be something you'll need to learn first. How that feels when something hits and jars all the way up your arm to your teeth. Holding your ground. Pressing an attack."
As he speaks he backs up, shifting to the correct stance with his greataxe out, his hands positioned on the haft of the axe - closer than they'd be on a mage's staff in any of the moves he's seen that require two hands to turn it, the axe held about hip height before he swings out, cutting at an imaginary foe where he'd get them under the rib. Easier to cut there and not hit bone, to hit where it's soft and they scream, especially for a reaver.