>>5938162A clap from Mr. Chakoh quells any further comments, a monstrous look of disappointment and fury adorns his face. Giving it a near bestial quality, evoking stiff postures, whispered fears, and glassy eyes in the children. A lull in the battle had set in, Nui simply stood where she started. Head down and expression invisible you are tempted to press the advantage. Yet again those eyes of lush green meet yours, teary and spiteful. Her face stained her eyebrows, her jaw gnashed her teeth, and her fist shook.
What followed could only be called a storm, dust whirled around your body again in greater amounts. Almost completely blinding you, standing your ground for the coming attack you crouch low. The dust cloud gathered at the feet of Nui layering into sand, clearing the air and lifting her gently off the ground. A ring of stone is formed on her back and a quarterstaff of stone is formed out of a small bolder.
She charges forward with shocking speed, surfing on the sand she collected. Lifting the quarterstaff in a lance position her arm thrusts out. You jump over the staff and deliver a kick to her gut. Spit flies out her mouth as a choked grasp comes over her, dragging your foot you throw her off the sand and into the middle of the area. The stone on her back wildly fly out, and through a series of dodges and somersaults you come out unscathed.
The teacher motion for a pause, looking to Nui he gives a questioning look. Nui, determined nods her head and gets back up. Seeing this he allows the fight to continue.
Nui is now playing cautiously using the sand to trip you up, fissures to trap you, and occasionally poking with the staff or a stone sent your way.
<span class="mu-s">What will you do?</span>
>Mock her again, this hasn’t failed you yet [Very Hard]>Start firing back with a few controlled burst [Hard]>Rush her down hand-to-hand, the polearm wont help [Very Hard]>Write In 