Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

Slight PP, assuming they try it a couple more times. Let me know if it's not what you had in mind and I'll be happy to change it!

A bit embarrassed by her half-hearted attempt to end the practice session a little early, Doe stuided the warrior's stance once more, and tried to determine how best to attack without sustaining injury herself. Feinting might've worked in the confusion of battle, but Laggy's easy retaliation showed her that she couldn't always rely on confusion.

Okay, Doe. You have to get tough. Be mean! Her buddy's got Szymon by the throat, and the only way you can save him is by defeating the woman standing in front of you!

With a rallying growl, Doe darted forward again, trying to circle around and catch Laggy's side. It wasn't the perfect attack, but she was learning. These things took time, after all. She was sure that Laggy hadn't popping into being knowing how to fight.

Doe tried her best to rely on her speed and evasion skills, but this tactic proved to be rather futile when one's opponent was just as quick. It was a frustrating lesson, but one she supposed she would have to learn.

"This is exhausting," she said at last, dancing away from another short spar and flopping onto the sand. "And I'm in the best shape of my life!" With newfound respect, she turned her head to look up at her dove-colored companion. One day, she would be as strong and able as Laggy. Until then, she would have to practice as much as she could. Maybe Szymon could help her, too.

"You know," she said suddenly, frowning to herself, "we're pretty lucky Szymon didn't show up during any of those tussles."

She was not sure what would have happened, but she couldn't believe that he would've appreciated finding her under any kind of duress - real or not.