It was during the mtyholi’s theatrical descent that Najwa calmly strode towards the demon in the shape of a broken man. The steady percussion of her boots softly echoed through the long-deserted waterfront while the soft fluttering of tattered cloth came to an end with the mytholi’s landing atop the water’s surface. She pushed on, the distance between the two steadily decreasing and only stopped advancing when It reached the water’s edge. [i]Just over six meters[/i], she reflected.

“Yes, girl. This is an appropriate place.”

Najwa’s arms rose in response, elbows tucked in while her fists leveled with her nose. Her hands were relaxed, ready to strike at any moment. Her eyes were fixed upon her opponent’s torso, taking in any slight shifts in its shoulders or hips as It settled into its unorthodox posturing. She estimated the club’s length and considered which angles would be preferred, while immediately growing wary of the mytholi’s leading left leg. [i]Given the shift in his weight[/i], she thought, [i]a push kick wouldn’t be out of the question. But those missing toes could slow him down enough to...[/i]

She exploded forward and in one single bound shortened the distance between them by a third, forearms still up providing a strong defense. Another step and another meter gone and it was then that her knees bent slightly as she continued to charge forward. [i]Just under three meters acquaints me with that nasty looking kirabhu.[/i] The height advantage that Najwa enjoyed became negligible as she pushed off her rear foot and entered the mytholi’s striking range. By keeping a lower stance during her advance she was prepared to slip or weave whatever angle of attack she could be met with by the weapon held aloft. 

With another step she found herself moving past the immediate danger of the club and with an additional over-extended step she was within her own effective range. It was this step that Najwa stopped keeping her knees bent, and with her rising motion her left arm snapped forward, extending at the elbow in an alacritous jab that was meant to strike squarely at the mytholi’s chin. By not dropping her shoulder during the punch, she presumed its speed and unpredictability would rattle her opponent. The blow would be retracted immediately and as her body followed through with the over-extension of her foot, the preternatural balance she enjoyed stripped her of all worry as she finished her pivoting jab by repositioning herself outside of the mytholi’s leading left profile while having herself shifted into a southpaw stance, her leading right fist poised and ready to unload on her now crowded opponent.