Mezolene veered bonelessly to the left, dropping to one knee as she sidestepped Jakka's wild kick. The end of her staff dropped, the glistening muscles of her arms tensing for a moment. From her crouch, Finch had both an opening and the proper leverage to flip Jakkalin over onto her face. It would be simple to just stand up, hook the staff behind her knee, and lift.<br/><br/>Mezolene let out a sigh as she instead somersaulted forward to put some distance between them as Jakkalin sailed over her. She rolled to her feet, turning about with a whirl of her staff and arms, to keep Jakkalin at bay as she fell back into her defensive position, "You're getting stronger, but slow down. Remember your breathing, Jakka." It was true. Jakkalin was getting much stronger, but then it hardly mattered as she was becoming more reckless.