She jabs at its face, but with momentum intended to meet resistance, and there is none. With momentum intended to compensate for a dodge on the part of the creature, but it surges forward. She's engulfed, and then there is no snake, and there is no ground, and she's falling.
She gasps. The air is clean; she doesn't need to heal poison out of herself with each breath. She sees - floating land, of sorts, there, some kind of oddly geology-themed ship maybe. She could, potentially, turn Lævateinn into something with enough surface area to steer herself onto it rather than fall farther and suffer worse from the fall, but she just recently perfected a new...
She's a bird, a swift, and she catches the wind, and her spear is a twig clutched in her feet, and she wings her way to the land.
He looks around. There's still, barely, enough light to see outlines. "We should head for that one. Can you shine a beam on it, bright enough to see details? And enough light for me to see the controls and dials, too."
Now the island is bathed in clear white light, and there is a little blob of more light over Nick's head, which will follow him when he walks.
"Goodnight."
The next morning, Nick is up at exactly sunrise. While making breakfast, he notices something. That bag of flour seems strangely lighter than it did yesterday. He experiments by throwing various objects across the room.
"Does your healing spell happen to repair muscle fatigue as well? I'm a fair bit stronger than I was yesterday, as if I've been practicing fighting for weeks."
"It will not repair all the symptoms of exhaustion. You will need enough food to support the exercise you're doing and so on. But it will repair any injury, and I suppose that could lead to very noticeable effects on a Midgardian."
"Yes, it is very noticeable. Now that I'm done embarrassing myself, we should do some maintenance. It's never a good idea to go very long without maintenance. You've been on this ship twice now, you know how to check the gas cells and water tanks and so on, yes?"
"Excellent, thanks. I'll have a look the engines and controls while you do, they're much more... Picky. Custom-built."
He runs for the cargo bay, intent on thread and patches of goldbeater's skin.
The cells are opaque. She puts a bright blue illusion light in each, looking for where it shines out.
Nick comes back with his thread. With the bright blue light making the leak obvious, he carefully lays down the glue-soaked patch, trying not to open up any more holes. A bone needle pushes thread through to hold it in place, and the material is flexible enough to seal up again over the needle-holes.
"Good catch. I could barely smell it from that side of the room. Now we get to be even more careful about sparks and check over each and every every cell thoroughly, what fun."
They check the cells thoroughly. No further leaks are evident. With a few windows open, the smell slowly dissipates over the next few hours.
After lunch and some further chores, Nick would like to continue learning to fight.
Well, then, he gets a review of all the ways to fall, and then he can learn to retain his grip on someone he's trying to keep hold of. Loki doesn't break any of his fingers - she doesn't rely on mere superior strength to break his incorrect grips at all. If he does it wrong a little twist of her arm will free her wrist.
He manages to learn the grips fairly quickly, though using leverage correctly escapes him for a while. Gripping things and climbing around is an essential part of living on an airship - a few new ways to do it to a person and not a rope are quickly learned when he leans on the old patterns.
Well, if he's got that down, it's time to start playing with footwork.
He remembers how to fall, right? Because she's going to trip him.
He falls. A lot. Correctly, for the most part. He's usually good at dealing with his feet being in uncomfortable places, but not when it comes in the form of a sharp pull on his leg or a sudden unexpected obstacle. He's also hopeless at trying to trip Loki in return.
She can do this way longer than he can, too.