[Training] it's a different kind of danger

Roana saw the staff swinging towards her shoulder, ducking under it in just the nick of time. She could have easily taken the hit but she didn’t exactly want to. Clearly, Amalia wanted an actual bout, not just to air her frustrations on her so she wasn’t going to take more hits than necessary now. The sweep of her staff was a good follow up to her missed kick, but she didn’t dodge. She stuck a hand in the way, catching the end of he staff in a strong grip and tugging once again to see if she could disarm her a second time. ”I don’t know many names.” she admitted. ”Most react to me like you did, making it clear I am not wanted.” she said with a frown. ”So I’ve been trying to figure it all out on my own.” There was a hint of sadness in her tone. Remorse. All intermingled with the frustration. It was a lonely existence being hated. Roana May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground Carry on