Sohalia
Again the stick jarred against Soh's hands, but the young woman was ready for it this time, and she set her jaw against the whack of wood on wood. She was relieved, if not surprised, that Melita had managed to block her attack. She had no interest in hurting the other woman, or even just tapping her lightly. She'd have to realize, though, that in order to learn to defend herself, she would also have to learn how to practice as though she were actually in a position to need to defend herself.
Melita twisted and struck again, aiming for Soh's upper arm, and the young woman instinctively pulled her stick to the side, spreading her hands apart to catch the staff on the stick in the space between her hands. It was choppy and ugly, but it was a block, and she grinned with triumph. "I did it!" She shifted her grip, moving with some difficulty from a blocking grip to a striking grip, and swung the stick towards Melita's unprotected side.
Melita twisted and struck again, aiming for Soh's upper arm, and the young woman instinctively pulled her stick to the side, spreading her hands apart to catch the staff on the stick in the space between her hands. It was choppy and ugly, but it was a block, and she grinned with triumph. "I did it!" She shifted her grip, moving with some difficulty from a blocking grip to a striking grip, and swung the stick towards Melita's unprotected side.
