Prick her with a light jab
From Create Your Own Story
Time to attack. You sting her with your blade, low and cheeky, saving your energy. “I’ll wear you out,” you declare. The Sightmistress’s own weapon is raised in defence. Her eyes are locked on your chest and arms, sizing up your stance.
She alters her grip to hold her staff more loosely; she seems to be preparing a simple jab. A chance to overpower her, perhaps?
Do you:
