[ Holding it is straightforward enough, though she wouldn't necessarily call it easy — goodness knows she won't be able to fight with this anytime soon. Moving it … that's trickier, as she'd expected, and using it to hit a target is gonna be another step up from there.
She gives it another twirl or two. Left hand, right hand, both hands once again. It all stays steady and solid … … until she takes a step forward, and promptly has to pause, adjusting again.
… Another step?
Another adjustment.
Another step — success! She lets out a breath once she finally makes it across the short distance to the first target, shooting Macaque a quick smile to reassure him that she's not getting discouraged. Then, she turns her attention to the target; to the angle of the light and the play of it through the shadows. Looking from it to the staff and back again, until she finally thinks, okay, she's probably got this — and strikes!
It's not nearly powerful enough to break the target. Nowhere close. But it's a solid, physical hit with a satisfying thunk to it, holy shit! She chirps in delight, her wings fluffing and flaring out — and that moment of excited distraction is enough to break her concentration, and by proxy her grip on the staff. ]
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She gives it another twirl or two. Left hand, right hand, both hands once again. It all stays steady and solid … … until she takes a step forward, and promptly has to pause, adjusting again.
… Another step?
Another adjustment.
Another step — success! She lets out a breath once she finally makes it across the short distance to the first target, shooting Macaque a quick smile to reassure him that she's not getting discouraged. Then, she turns her attention to the target; to the angle of the light and the play of it through the shadows. Looking from it to the staff and back again, until she finally thinks, okay, she's probably got this — and strikes!
It's not nearly powerful enough to break the target. Nowhere close. But it's a solid, physical hit with a satisfying thunk to it, holy shit! She chirps in delight, her wings fluffing and flaring out — and that moment of excited distraction is enough to break her concentration, and by proxy her grip on the staff. ]
Oopsie—!