[ Truthfully, Fratley doesn't think he makes a very good teacher: not when he can't remember how he picked up these skills in the first place. Still, he'a taught a few of the police recruits by now, and that seems to have worked out well enough, so he decides to let himself hope things will turn out fine.
With no students in sight, he's currently warming up, shirt stripped off and getting used to being physically active in his human form again. He's working through a simple exercise with a wooden pole, lighter than his spear and the wrong balance besides, but good for letting him focus less on hefting the weapon than watching his footwork. He hasn't been here long, but the exertion has left his skin sheened with sweat. ]
teaching/sparring, open to all
With no students in sight, he's currently warming up, shirt stripped off and getting used to being physically active in his human form again. He's working through a simple exercise with a wooden pole, lighter than his spear and the wrong balance besides, but good for letting him focus less on hefting the weapon than watching his footwork. He hasn't been here long, but the exertion has left his skin sheened with sweat. ]