[Training] Stronger, Faster, Harder, Smarter

"Good!" Roana praised with a bright grin as the girl recovered and pivoted, leg outstretched to kick at her ribs. She probably could have dodged it, or at least caught her leg, but Roana decided against it. Instead, she let the girl's foot connect with her ribs. Sometimes the best method of instruction was lecturing. Sometimes it was making the student practice the movement. Other times it was better to show by example, which was the next method she employed.

The hit sent Roana's weight sideways, which she stepped into with great ease. Her knee bent, bringing her to a crouch as she spun, at the last second sticking out a leg to connect with Melita's ankle; her sole point of connection with the ground. Should she hit, Melita would likely tumble to the ground, and Roana would be quick to put herself over her, pinning her to the ground. If she managed to stay on her feet - which Roana would be incredibly impressed by - she would rise back up with a step forward, an uppercut punch aimed for Melita's stomach. Regardless, neither blow was sent with enough force to cause serious damage or pain, just enough discomfort to remember by. This was just training after all.

Roana

You don't own me
Don't try to change me in any way
You don't own me
Don't tie me down cause I'd never stay