Mounting her broom once more, Sloane kicked off to hover in the air near her brother. She was still mildly miffed, but determined to channel it into the practice instead of turning into a teeny tiny rage monster. His directions left her wanting a little more information, but she shrugged and watched him move off, waiting for him to come at her.

This was going to be interesting, to say the least. When she thought she could no longer make a move, she ducked out of the way, but the speed at which she did so had her careening downward and struggling to maintain her control of the broom. She hit the ground with another resounding smack and an audible "Oof," She landed awkwardly on her side, skidding a little, no doubt earning quite the abrasion in the process. 

Nope, nope, nope. She was done for today.