[As it stands, they might simply have to, in layman's terms: "git gud." It might be like...a boomerang, maybe, but possibly more cumbersome, with its shape.
Frisk bites their lip, contemplating, shifting their feet to take the sort of stance they'd assume if they were placed in a FIGHT; squared shoulders, feet wide apart, weight low. Sloppy, and in no way recently practiced, but undoubtedly something they've done many times before.
They shoot her an inquisitive look. Is that...good?]
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Frisk bites their lip, contemplating, shifting their feet to take the sort of stance they'd assume if they were placed in a FIGHT; squared shoulders, feet wide apart, weight low. Sloppy, and in no way recently practiced, but undoubtedly something they've done many times before.
They shoot her an inquisitive look. Is that...good?]