[Training] caught in the undertow

WESSEX out of the night that covers me Wessex murmurs her approval as Mabel adopts a fighting stance and mirrors her, flexing her forearm muscles to release the metal claws from their flesh-and-bone cage. The slip easily out from between her right hand’s knuckles and she shifts slightly, to keep their long points away from her. “Use your speed to try and find an opening to stab me,” she instructs, wanting to embolden the girl to use everything the Voice has given her to its utmost advantage. That being said, she brings her claws around in a slicing arc at chest height, using them as one might use a sword, more of an attempt to keep Mabel at bay than anything else. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul