Sohalia
Sohalia swung her stick, entirely expecting to miss or to be blocked, but it was still a jarring surprise when her stick met Melita's staff, sending vibrations all the way through the wood to her hands. She nearly dropped the stick, but held on at the last minute to grasp it again with both hands. She smiled sheepishly as Melita scolded her; perhaps next time, she would try harder. She had to remember that Melita was trained for this - the other woman could probably block anything that Soh tried to throw at her.
Despite Melita's warning, though, Soh was still recovering when the counterstrike came, and though she moved belatedly to block the hit, she was too late. The staff knocked her in the shin, drawing a yelp of pain from the young woman. Soh too a step back, eyeing the staff with a wary new respect. That had hurt! Readying herself, she struck again, putting a bit more force behind her blow this time and aiming for Melita's ribcage.
Despite Melita's warning, though, Soh was still recovering when the counterstrike came, and though she moved belatedly to block the hit, she was too late. The staff knocked her in the shin, drawing a yelp of pain from the young woman. Soh too a step back, eyeing the staff with a wary new respect. That had hurt! Readying herself, she struck again, putting a bit more force behind her blow this time and aiming for Melita's ribcage.
