[Training] it's a different kind of danger

Roana sighed internally, but she hadvalready decided she was changing tactics. Clearly no rational discussion was going to happen. So she would give Amalia what she wanted - a punching bag, an object for her anger. The former captain shook her head. "In some ways you are right. I do think it was right to take the barrier down. But I also understand the danger I helped unleash in doing so. You've every right to be angry at me for that." she said calmly, still looking the woman in the eye. As she swung her staff, Roana did not move. She did not flinch. She just held the woman's gaze. The staff slammed down on her shoulder and Roana's jaw tightened as she she clenched her teeth. It fucking hurt. But she had suffered worse, and this seemed the only way she would make any headway, by letting her take all her anger out on her. The former captain remained standing, her shoulder only having dropped slightly under the force of the blow. "If you shifted your feet slightly, and moved your body weight from back to front as you swung, you'd have more power." Roana suggested, noting her form, and giving her a way to inflict more damage. Roana May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground Carry on