Stepping out of her stance, Falis twirled her spear and then rest it on her right shoulder purely out of habit. At the contact, she had the tiniest of wince in reaction to the pain and hoped it'd go unnoticed. She approached Meche, her grip on the spear tightening just a fraction, and looked the woman's form over.

"Something like that. Go ahead and do it again. Then I'll adjust your stance."