Phoebe thought for a moment. What did she know of fighting? Not much, strictly speaking. She then just thought, to hell with it. Enough thinking, time to act. Shs punched, kicked out careful to keep her balance, followed through with another punch, but this time she lost her balance. She twisted around so she could catch herself with her hands, cart wheeling to land on her feet.

she was now fully just acting, going on instinct. She didn't hesitate, letting her power fly, catching two vines around a tree branch, she held one in each hand, tugged, then swung up, letting herself spin about. Pe rhaps she wS acting childish, she didn't know, but she was learning, she was dancing with her power, letting it form, letting it incorporate itself into the fighting, 

She leaped down from the vines. It would probably seem now that she wS fighting an invisbale enemy. Maybe she was. She didn't know. But she did know, this was in her. She knew her power. She just had to fight. Her punches might be clumsy, her kicks a little off balanced, but it was in her. 

She spun, punching out again, looking for Ryan now, she stopped and wS surprised to find she was panting. "I'm like a child, aren't I?" She said, taking a deep breath, breathing out. "I...I didnt know what I was doing, it,..it just happened." 

She looked down at her hands, which were covered in dirt from cart wheeling. She brushed them off, waved a hand at the vines on the tree and they became a net. Curious. She looked back up, "I really shouldn't be having fun with this....but I am. Its great" 

Phoebe was, by nature, a happy, bubbly girl. She adapted easily. And now she7 had a chance to really open up, to fully, and truthfully, be herself. She was 21 years old, and didn't realise her full potential. Until now. She smile