The knife definitely felt awkward in her grasp. Dalgina was holding it similar to how she would a paintbrush, but it didn't feel the same at all. The handle was made much differently. Skye's words were patient, guiding her actions. The knowledge that she'd have to do this each time she was given a new weapon was slightly frustrating, but something Dalgina would have to accept. She wanted to be able to do this. She needed to.
Dalgina let her grip be changed. It wasn't much more comfortable. In some ways it felt a touch unnatural, but at least this was better than before. Asked to slice through the air Dalgina took a deep breath. The blood monsters from her dreams flashed before her eyes, and Dalgina struck forwards. She didn't have any well of natural talent for fighting to drive her, but she had a lot of rage and fear that tappd into a wolf's natural instincts to strike. The blow could easily be blocked, but it was more sure than one would think from the awkward grip she kept.
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