PHOEBE
Phoebe was studious, watching Ru closely as she moved and held her arm. Something about it reminded her of the block Harper had taught her once upon a time. She nodded slowly, willing herself to commit the movements to memory. There were real implications with this training. Ru might think her reasoning far fetched, but everything always went wrong in Caido somehow. She didn't want to risk being underprepared.
Then it was her turn. Phoebe moved quickly, perhaps surprisingly so, to grab Ru's arm and wrist, twisting and pulling forward with her shoulder towards the other woman's chest. But she remained delicate, not exerting enough force or pressure to throw her - and though she may not have been perfect in form, she would have been effective if she had.
Then it was her turn. Phoebe moved quickly, perhaps surprisingly so, to grab Ru's arm and wrist, twisting and pulling forward with her shoulder towards the other woman's chest. But she remained delicate, not exerting enough force or pressure to throw her - and though she may not have been perfect in form, she would have been effective if she had.
Honeybee, your soul is golden
