Quanil considered, and decided the easiest was the simple strike they'd been taught. They held their staff with both hands - one up, one down - then slid the staff through their hands so one end was longer. Almost like holding a very long sword, but their hands weren't right up next to each other like in the illustrations they'd seen.
As taught by their provost, they used their rear hand to drive the power of their strike while guiding it with their front hand. It was a simple sort of strike, but it'd sting if it hit; Quanil was, of course, aiming at and "striking" air.
"The provost told me that I should be trying to keep people away with my staff, to hit them before they could reach me. It's harder to show the defensive work; he made the earth shift under my feet and I had to hold the staff out in front of me just a little and try not to fall." They paused only a moment before adding, quieter, "I fell a lot anyway. But I got back up every time!"
As taught by their provost, they used their rear hand to drive the power of their strike while guiding it with their front hand. It was a simple sort of strike, but it'd sting if it hit; Quanil was, of course, aiming at and "striking" air.
"The provost told me that I should be trying to keep people away with my staff, to hit them before they could reach me. It's harder to show the defensive work; he made the earth shift under my feet and I had to hold the staff out in front of me just a little and try not to fall." They paused only a moment before adding, quieter, "I fell a lot anyway. But I got back up every time!"
