59th of Fall, 441 AV
"One, two."
Sluggish punches at best, but a lot faster than most nuit move.
"One, two, three!"
Always a flair for the unusual, always testing everything to see what could happen, she was trying to get better at unarmed combat which was something she hasn't ever bothered to learn in her long "life". As she moved her arms in a punch motion, she felt her djed shift to each in turn. It felt easier to command her djed with her movements combined with her words, even though they were fairly simple. She only had gestures and movements for her punches, but she wasn't very skilled with her flux quite yet so she focused on the one aspect. She loved the mere thought of what she was doing and knew once she perfected this magic it would be a great oddity to see.
"One, two." she said firmly and punched straight out at the sack in front of her. One of the protrusions on her gauntlets tore the sack though and a cloud of flour shot out at her, blinding her but bot much else. Still determined, she continued to focus her djed into her arms with her simple incantations and movements.
"One, two, three, four!" She slammed her last punch with all she could muster without overgiving into the flour sack and in returned she received another cloud of flour to the face. Only slightly satisfied, but wise enough to know she had to let her djed sort back out even though she could only move minor amounts so she took a step back and a moment to wipe the fine layer of flour from her eyes and face. When she looked down at herself, she couldn't help but smile at her whitened clothing. She inspected the sack and its tears that slowly let out its contents slowly into a small mound on the ground. It was propped up against the wall in a secluded alley and on top of a barrel to bring the height to her punching level.
"Soon... very soon." she said softly to herself and slowly sat down on the ground. This was her way of fun; doing something that doesn't make sense yet still learning a great deal. She tilted her head slowly, focusing on the little "waterfall" of flour, with no apparent reason other than getting lost in the sight. She did have the time, afterall.