MELITA
She laughed as Quanil echoed portions of her own thoughts – this particular move was fun, listening to the staff whistle through the air, tucked near her head, then ghosting away to come up again. Those techniques and movements might’ve been enough for now – she didn’t want to overwhelm them. “It is.” The youth tilted her head, considering the weight of the moment. “How about we try to put them together? I’ll come at you, and you decide what to do.” A test of some kind, to see how they’d utilized, improved, and orchestrated everything together.So the girl launched, bringing her staff upwards with both hands, palms facing forward as she’d done at the beginning of their lesson. She made a pushing motion, then turned, thrusting downwards on a hellish strike, intending to launch Quanil’s staff out of their hands.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun