[Training] you can't overspend on training

MELITA

She watched, her head tilted to the side, taking in Quanil’s movements. The rudimentary foundations were there, and she nodded with approval, before grabbing hold of her own staff, tighter, inhaling, exhaling. “Okay.” Melita wasn’t entirely certain how she’d come across as an instructor; too often the one receiving the information, the critiques, the analysis, attempting to better herself, stronger, mightier, potent, and powerful. The notion that she’d be assisting another in the same stead almost seemed overwhelming.

Another breath then, to calm her restless soul.

“Try this then,” and she held her staff with two hands, pushing toward Quanil’s weapon, strength and precision behind her movements. “Then you move to the side,” and she skipped over to the left, swift, fast, slowing down a couple times thereafter when she realized the movement might be too much. “And slam down.” Her weapon as raised, elevated, then varnished down, down, down, towards theirs, a vicious, wild strike.

Thereafter, she backed away, holding out her staff so that they might give an echoing attempt.

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun