Isobel carefully followed Nish's instruction, grateful for the assistance.
"Like that?" She knew she'd be the worst attacker in the world, which was probably for the better, but that was beside the point in this instant. She was already up on her tip toes slightly to reach Nish's height, and she bit her bottom lip as she felt the other woman's chin nestle into her elbow. She was faintly amazed at how easily Nish was handling all of this, and a little mad at herself, but it was only the first class. It wasn't like she was going to go crying to Obed about it.
"Ready, I mean, whenever you are," she murmured, going through the steps in her mind. Stomp on the foot, and then elbow into the face, stomach, or groin of the attacker.