Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

Her lack of practice was expressed, and the renoda was greatly lucky that, in this instance, her decisions did not mean the difference between life or death. Though her first blow landed (a satisfying award, but not one she had time to savour), her second did not - the action was predicted, and dealt with swiftly, allowing the tundrian to take the situation in his own hold and knock Faeryn; she rolled, sweeping away so that he could not strike another blow, but let out a small laugh.

"Can I like... hire you as my teacher?"

Again the sylph set out to dance around him, darting to one side and springing closer to (potentially) nip at his neck before trying to snap at his hind legs, looking for the perfect place to surge forward. Truth was, she had little clue where to go from here, but perhaps with flurries of little blows she might break his concentration, giving her the barest slip of time to make a move.