Meche nodded and angled the spear straight up like Alita's, then took one hand away. This thing was too heavy to thrust with one-handed for long, but not so heavy that she couldn't hold it out and spin it--for a while, anyway.
Keeping the spear almost at arm's length now (was that right?), she rotated her wrist slowly to one side, trying to keep the movement smooth and steady. It should look fluid, Meche thought, like drawing a semicircle in the air with one pen stroke. Like a dance, Alita had said. She brought the point back up and then down and up again to the same side. Doing it so slowly really made her aware of the muscles working in her arm--not painfully, just that it had been a long time since she'd had muscles to think about. Meche wondered idly if all this would be easier if she were still in the Eighth Underworld.
She rotated the spear the other way. It took a number of attempts, but after a little while the swing started to feel a little more comfortable, at least--if not exactly second nature.
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Keeping the spear almost at arm's length now (was that right?), she rotated her wrist slowly to one side, trying to keep the movement smooth and steady. It should look fluid, Meche thought, like drawing a semicircle in the air with one pen stroke. Like a dance, Alita had said. She brought the point back up and then down and up again to the same side. Doing it so slowly really made her aware of the muscles working in her arm--not painfully, just that it had been a long time since she'd had muscles to think about. Meche wondered idly if all this would be easier if she were still in the Eighth Underworld.
She rotated the spear the other way. It took a number of attempts, but after a little while the swing started to feel a little more comfortable, at least--if not exactly second nature.