[Shirley tries to mimic what she remembers of what Senel used to do, but...for someone she spent several years with, she hasn't seen a lot of his fighting. He'd never let her get that close to danger until there was no choice. Between that and her inexperience with even magical combat, more of her posture is guesswork than not in the end. When she lashes out with one fist, she ends up flinching and glancing off the vine with little force.
Shirley takes a step back after that, face reddening with embarrassment.]
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Shirley takes a step back after that, face reddening with embarrassment.]
I'm sorry. I've never done this before today.