Sohalia
Sohalia was surprised when her swing made contact with Melita's shoulder, and she nearly winced in sympathy at the new bruise that was sure to pop up as a result. Having done very few spars herself, Soh was not yet used to the potential for light wounds, with the worst injury she'd seen so far being bruised knuckles from where her fingers had been rapped by her instructor's staff when her hands wandered too far from the correct position. Still, she didn't begrudge Melita the knock to her ankles, and somehow she doubted that the other woman would be too bothered by Soh's connection with her shoulder.
Melita's next swing aimed for Soh's ribs, and the young woman hastily moved to block the blow. Forgetting where her hands were, however, she succeeded in blocking the strike to her side but failed to keep her fingers out of the way. Melita's staff smashed into her hand, and Soh nearly dropped her staff. Through some miracle, she managed to keep hold of it with her other hand, and she swept it towards Melita's feet, hoping to knock the Accepted off balance.
Melita's next swing aimed for Soh's ribs, and the young woman hastily moved to block the blow. Forgetting where her hands were, however, she succeeded in blocking the strike to her side but failed to keep her fingers out of the way. Melita's staff smashed into her hand, and Soh nearly dropped her staff. Through some miracle, she managed to keep hold of it with her other hand, and she swept it towards Melita's feet, hoping to knock the Accepted off balance.
these aching memories still dance around me
