She chuckled softly. "Well I certainly won't bowl you over, how's that?" She smiled and nodded, moving a few paces away from Falina.
"Okay... now I'm going to come at you from here. And I'm not using a weapon, but I'm going to act like I am. Do the same thing, only this time... when you pull down, pull really hard, throw all your weight into it, and keep your head low."
She gave the girl a serious look, waiting for her nod of agreement. "Okay ready?" Once Falina confirmed that she was indeed ready Imenry ran at her, arm outstretched as if she held a dagger or short sword. Her boots scuffed across the dry grassy ground, kicking up tufts of the browned grass and dusty dirt.