Punisher

Something about the way the staff moves is rhythmic, in a way that feels almost soothing. Methodical, even. It hardly feels intuitive, not in the way it seems natural for Akito to hold, but maybe in time? She'd give anything a try before ruling it out, no matter how she might feel about it in the first place. Even the sound is oddly soothing to her ears, and she gives what he was demonstrating a try, extending it all the way to her right side - mirroring Akito's movements - and then swinging it sharply around.

So sharp, in fact, that she slapped the side of her hind flank with it - stumbling a little, as Akito had predicted - and held back a little yelp of surprise.

It hadn't even been going very fast, but she supposed that was a testament to the sheer power of the long staff, despite it not being very heavy at all. Regaining her composure, she tried again, this time with less force. She had to repeat the movement a few times before getting it right, though once she did she all but dropped the staff, panting softly. "Do you get used to how holding it in your mouth feels? At least a little?" It wasn't comfortable, but maybe the perks of using it outweighed that discomfort, or maybe it got better over time.