Sohalia
Now that Sohalia was beginning to get in the swing of things (pun intended), it was becoming easier to understand the flow of battle, as it were. It was a constant rhythm of give and take, swing and block. She was unsurprised when her hit was blocked again, but she felt that now-familiar jarring vibration in her palms that told her that her strikes were getting stronger, and she managed a weak smile at the other woman. She was proud of herself, if only for the effort she was putting into the exercise.
Melita instructed her to go faster, and Soh hurried to keep pace with the more experienced youth. As Melita's staff whistled towards her knees, Soh swung her own stick to meet it, resulting in a resounding clack of wood against wood. Shifting her weight, she reversed away from where their staves had met and swung her stick back towards Melita's side.
Melita instructed her to go faster, and Soh hurried to keep pace with the more experienced youth. As Melita's staff whistled towards her knees, Soh swung her own stick to meet it, resulting in a resounding clack of wood against wood. Shifting her weight, she reversed away from where their staves had met and swung her stick back towards Melita's side.
