"That's the thanks I get for trying to be nice, huh?" Meche cracked, but if she was honest, she was glad not to be leaving this early. She still wasn't too solid on these simple thrusts, and they hadn't even gotten to how to dodge or strike again yet. Being able to hit any way but straight forward was still a distant pipe dream. Time to get back to it.

She replanted her feet, brought the spear up, and thrust forward. She could really feel the difference in her back--fixing that probably wouldn't stop her from getting sore eventually just from the weight of holding the weapon up, but it did ease the pain from earlier. This attempt she felt good about.