Roana watched quietly as the girl stretched, preparing herself for the fight ahead. She had warmed up already and so waited patiently. Melita's stretches were barebones and did get the job done, but completely unrefined and inefficient overall. There were better ways - or simply better ways to do what she did - to get the results she wanted.
Then Melita attacked, and a small smirk curved her lips.
It was a basic punch. An untrained punch, informed only by her natural skill and need to simply accomplish a task by whatever means necessary. Not only that but her target, her midsection, was also more meant to maim than kill. Wind them, throw them off balance, stun them so you could escape. That was what a gut punch was. It further cemented in her mind that Melita had been fighting for survival rather than for any organized purpose. Anyways, she probably should deal with that, huh?
Her hand shot out, a near blur with speed in comparison to Melita's attempted. Her fingers curled around the younger woman's fist, her arm taking the shock of the blow without so much as a shudder. She was not only much faster but much stronger than Melita too. "Don't lean forward so much and keep your shoulders square with your hips - you'll be easy to knock off balance otherwise. Try again." she said, still holding on to her fist. What could she do with her dominant hand restricted...or how would she think to get it out?
Then Melita attacked, and a small smirk curved her lips.
It was a basic punch. An untrained punch, informed only by her natural skill and need to simply accomplish a task by whatever means necessary. Not only that but her target, her midsection, was also more meant to maim than kill. Wind them, throw them off balance, stun them so you could escape. That was what a gut punch was. It further cemented in her mind that Melita had been fighting for survival rather than for any organized purpose. Anyways, she probably should deal with that, huh?
Her hand shot out, a near blur with speed in comparison to Melita's attempted. Her fingers curled around the younger woman's fist, her arm taking the shock of the blow without so much as a shudder. She was not only much faster but much stronger than Melita too. "Don't lean forward so much and keep your shoulders square with your hips - you'll be easy to knock off balance otherwise. Try again." she said, still holding on to her fist. What could she do with her dominant hand restricted...or how would she think to get it out?
Roana
You don't own me
Don't try to change me in any way
You don't own me
Don't tie me down cause I'd never stay
Don't try to change me in any way
You don't own me
Don't tie me down cause I'd never stay
