Drip, Drip, Drop

[Eclair]

And thus the training would begin, so close to pushing the realm of her limitations the Dhani was ready to test her meddle. To push herself just a step beyond the brink.

Movements, dripping beads of water fell from the canopy in forms of drops to the floor. Hand flattened she began swiping her hand through that water, every splash that kissed her hand was a defeat every time the hand passed unscathed was a victory. As she continued to hone her reflex and agility, she learned that a more relaxed approach added a tremendous boost in velocity when suddenly springing into action. As she continued to press forward the splashes occured less frequently, her hands were quick and deceiving but now as bare hands scaled a mountainside she was moving so fast her eyes could hardly keep up with the blurred motion. As she practiced more and more her hand would pass unscathed by watery blight on a more and more regular basis.

Applying this to other movements would be the first step, drip drip drop.

Moving under leaves as rain fell, she would begin dodging and evading. Tensing coiling releasing, motions like the very water she was avoiding as she moved like the wind.

She was a matador is this psuedo arena weaving her way through rushing bulls.

Every step she took now was a step further in reaching her goal.