[Practice has been yielding results, and Cosima's shield holds against the quicker and more powerful projectiles. It takes focus, though, and the one coming at her from behind almost takes her off guard.
She can't swing her shield around fast enough, so instead just drops to the ground, barely making it in time for the wood to go whizzing overhead. Presumably finding oneself on one's stomach on the ground isn't tactically ideal, and Cosima scrambles back to her feet as quickly as she can manage, her determined look suggesting that Herian should continue.]
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She can't swing her shield around fast enough, so instead just drops to the ground, barely making it in time for the wood to go whizzing overhead. Presumably finding oneself on one's stomach on the ground isn't tactically ideal, and Cosima scrambles back to her feet as quickly as she can manage, her determined look suggesting that Herian should continue.]