"Okay." Noctis took a deep breath, then ran a hand through his hair. Then took another deep breath. "Okay." After a short pause, working both hands open and closed a few times, magic at the ready, he looked directly at Skylar. "I want you to grab a staff weapon and try to hit me as hard as you can." ((I'm sure it's fine.))
"I'm not sure I follow." Her brow creased as she looked at him. He wanted her to...hit him? To do damage? With a weapon that wasn't her magic? "Why can't I use my magic?"
"We want to make sure that you can defend yourself using multiple strategies." Ignis chimed in. "Despite the unorthodox methods, there is truly no better teacher than experience."
"You are not helping." Skylar groaned. Fine. If he wanted her to hit him, she would hit him. She reached into the void she had slowly become accustomed to and her hand wrapped around the staff. In the blink of an eye she launched forward, tip of the staff facing Noctis like a lance, before she dipped it forward and aimed to strike with the back side.