Sharp eyes, one with the blade on her hand, with the one in his as well. She could not miss his decision to dual wield,would not fault him for it, and prepared for the work she would have to do to keep either of the seeking blades from her fle-
A misstep. The ground beneath her shifted treacherously as she made to parry both strikes with simple movements, mostly wrist work and a little footwork as well. It was not to be.
His blade struck, although far enough from her core that it could not be fatal. She could hear the popping of metal rings, feel as leather and metal pressed painfully against the flesh of the eight side of her abdomen, and ultimately the unsettling ripping sensation as the point scored a deep gouge through flesh, trailing links of mail.
She rolled with the blade, helpless to do otherwise, and his overhand blow struck across her right shoulder, jarring her loose of his blade and numbing the arm to the fingertips.
Aeyliea staggered back from both hits, somehow retaining her feet. Liquid heat spread from the wound,but mental training made the pain someone else's, the heat leaking from her another's problem to deal with as well. All from a simple misstep, or poor luck.
Ignoring her injuries or the insensate arm, she went back into a stance, though a decidedly defensive one. She had lost this match, it would just take time to reach the inevitable conclusion.
A misstep. The ground beneath her shifted treacherously as she made to parry both strikes with simple movements, mostly wrist work and a little footwork as well. It was not to be.
His blade struck, although far enough from her core that it could not be fatal. She could hear the popping of metal rings, feel as leather and metal pressed painfully against the flesh of the eight side of her abdomen, and ultimately the unsettling ripping sensation as the point scored a deep gouge through flesh, trailing links of mail.
She rolled with the blade, helpless to do otherwise, and his overhand blow struck across her right shoulder, jarring her loose of his blade and numbing the arm to the fingertips.
Aeyliea staggered back from both hits, somehow retaining her feet. Liquid heat spread from the wound,but mental training made the pain someone else's, the heat leaking from her another's problem to deal with as well. All from a simple misstep, or poor luck.
Ignoring her injuries or the insensate arm, she went back into a stance, though a decidedly defensive one. She had lost this match, it would just take time to reach the inevitable conclusion.