Sohalia
Melita corrected Soh's stance and, feeling more confident, the young woman gave the staff a few more swings. She couldn't say that it felt natural, but it felt better than before, and that was enough to bring a small smile to Soh's face. She may not be a natural, but at least it seemed she was teachable. Perhaps by the time she made it to Halo, she wouldn't be so embarrassed to see Deimos again.
Melita was energetic and eager, and Soh eyed her apprehensively. "You want me to... come at you?" she asked, hesitant and unsure. She'd planned to learn to use the staff defensively more so than offensively, but when she really thought about it, she'd probably have to strike at some point if she wanted to get away from a fight relatively unscathed. So she took a deep breath, turned to face Melita, and swung the staff (rather halfheartedly) at the other woman.
Melita was energetic and eager, and Soh eyed her apprehensively. "You want me to... come at you?" she asked, hesitant and unsure. She'd planned to learn to use the staff defensively more so than offensively, but when she really thought about it, she'd probably have to strike at some point if she wanted to get away from a fight relatively unscathed. So she took a deep breath, turned to face Melita, and swung the staff (rather halfheartedly) at the other woman.
