A sudden, sharp clang rang out as Signy blocked the next strike with enough force to send Argis' arm flying back by the sheer unexpected strength behind her move. The Bulwark took not even a half a moment to recover, spinning around and out of reach effortlessly, blocking the next shot that came in toward his ribs.
As sword pressed on sword, lingering for a moment, Argis' good amber eye met Signy's orbs, battle-lust evident in all parties.
Argis' next strike came hard and fast, sword darting in out of nowhere. Signy barely had time to meet it before one, then two more strikes were upon her, propelling her backward in a swift retreat. By the third strike – a stab toward her midline – she had recovered herself enough to slip away from the strike, whirling at Argis' ribs.
To her surprise, Argis' sword struck hers with an overwhelming amount of force before darting in a second time, the man in a lunge so deep it allowed him to circle her wrist with the tip of his blade, knocking her sword clean out of her hand. It fell to the ground with a clatter.
“Don't let me do that,” the blond bear of a man said, withdrawing his blade.
“I didn't even know you were -” Signy began to protest, moving to grab her practice sword off the ground.
“You should react instinctively,” Argis interjected, authority in his voice. “You could have stopped me.” Signy settled back into her fighting stance, holding her sword in front of her with more determination than before. “Let's go again,” Argis ordered, immediately charging her with an ear-splitting battle-cry.
Arms raised, his strike obviously meant to come from above; Signy lunged forward, preparing to meet the no-doubt powerful blow. To her surprise, though, the man circled the weapon at the last minute, twirling it in such a way that the strike came from down low, slicing upward at her legs. Acting on instinct alone, Signy leapt over the strike in a bizarre cartwheel, swinging her sword back-handed at the opening left by Argis' face. The man was forced to parry and step backward, though he laughed as he did so.
“Good!” He roared, deflecting Signy's next lightning-quick strike. For a long minute, he gave Signy the upper hand, letting her drive him back, only parrying her quick attack after attack after attack. Only when he found himself nearing the edge of their makeshift arena among the rocks behind Vlindrel Hall did his eyes alight with a dangerous gleam, and the Bulwark began attacking back.
Say It (4/?)
As sword pressed on sword, lingering for a moment, Argis' good amber eye met Signy's orbs, battle-lust evident in all parties.
Argis' next strike came hard and fast, sword darting in out of nowhere. Signy barely had time to meet it before one, then two more strikes were upon her, propelling her backward in a swift retreat. By the third strike – a stab toward her midline – she had recovered herself enough to slip away from the strike, whirling at Argis' ribs.
To her surprise, Argis' sword struck hers with an overwhelming amount of force before darting in a second time, the man in a lunge so deep it allowed him to circle her wrist with the tip of his blade, knocking her sword clean out of her hand. It fell to the ground with a clatter.
“Don't let me do that,” the blond bear of a man said, withdrawing his blade.
“I didn't even know you were -” Signy began to protest, moving to grab her practice sword off the ground.
“You should react instinctively,” Argis interjected, authority in his voice. “You could have stopped me.” Signy settled back into her fighting stance, holding her sword in front of her with more determination than before. “Let's go again,” Argis ordered, immediately charging her with an ear-splitting battle-cry.
Arms raised, his strike obviously meant to come from above; Signy lunged forward, preparing to meet the no-doubt powerful blow. To her surprise, though, the man circled the weapon at the last minute, twirling it in such a way that the strike came from down low, slicing upward at her legs. Acting on instinct alone, Signy leapt over the strike in a bizarre cartwheel, swinging her sword back-handed at the opening left by Argis' face. The man was forced to parry and step backward, though he laughed as he did so.
“Good!” He roared, deflecting Signy's next lightning-quick strike. For a long minute, he gave Signy the upper hand, letting her drive him back, only parrying her quick attack after attack after attack. Only when he found himself nearing the edge of their makeshift arena among the rocks behind Vlindrel Hall did his eyes alight with a dangerous gleam, and the Bulwark began attacking back.