[Training] won't raise my white flag

Sohalia Lumaris

Although Soh's experience in fighting was thus far limited, she was a quick learner, and she'd been taking lessons with her staff in recent weeks. A great deal of those lessons had been focused on theory as well as practical applications, and she remembered what she'd learned well. Applying it to knives, however, was more challenging, and she was relieved when Tal praised her answer, even if she winced slightly as she made contact with his leg. It still made her stomach turn to imagine the result if she'd had a real blade in her hand.

But Tal was almost chipper as he bounced in front of her, waving his butter knife in her general direction, so the young woman took a deep breath and shoved thoughts of blood and death to the back of her mind. Instead, she looked Tal over, considering her options. The next thing that came to mind was a distraction, rather than incapacitating a foe, and she lunged awkwardly towards Tal's arm that held the knife. Maybe she could make him drop it?