Argis knew his swings were fierce, vicious, and punishing, each designed to strike the weapon from the hand, crumple the arms, and bash through thick armor. He put near full weight behind each confident movement, and though he could see it was difficult for his Thane, if not near-impossible, Signy only gave ground to him inch by inch.
“Is this what you wanted?!” Argis thundered, dealing a side strike powerful enough to turn Signy near half-around with its sheer force. The woman knew better than to fight the man's overwhelming strength, though, instead rolling with his strikes, twisting about and deflecting the next strike, aimed at her midline. Midline strikes being her specialty, she even managed to sneak a quick jab in at Argis' ribs. He gasped at the impact, though it was not too much for his great armored frame; it only slowed him down for a moment. All the same, Argis could see a tiny quirk in her lips, and he knew that she was proud that she had truly landed a strike on her housecarl, the Bulwark of Markarth.
“No more holding back!” Argis roared, charging with battle-fury in his eyes, and, as he'd exppected, Signy gave ground more swiftly now just to keep from being struck with the blade that moved so quickly and powerfully in Argis' hands. Nonetheless, the man scored no hits on her, even as his rhythm increased to a furious pounding, slamming his sword down on her from overhead repeatedly as he drove her back, now in large strides.
Absorbed though Argis was in the fervor of their spar, he couldn't help but notice the way Signy's lithe body moved, or the way the leather clung to her slight curves, accentuating them more than any other outfit he had seen on her. Gods, but she had such pert breasts – and Argis knew he had better things to be thinking about at the moment. Forcing these thoughts out of his mind, he refocused on the battle at hand.
Signy gasped as her back connected with rock; Argis watched her realize that she had nowhere else to go, but still moved in for another punishing strike from above. Mercy would not help her when she was out on the field facing enemies who truly wanted her head, and besides, he had every faith in her that she would pull something out of her ass – even if it was her Dragon Shouts. Argis was prepared to go flying halfway across the arena if he had to.
As he swung his sword down, Signy tucked hers against her chest, shoulder-rolling clear between the man's bent legs. Argis reacted on instinct alone, spinning and leading with his sword arm. Gods, but she had gotten good – if a little unconventional – during all those fights with the Forsworn!
Say it (5/?)
“Is this what you wanted?!” Argis thundered, dealing a side strike powerful enough to turn Signy near half-around with its sheer force. The woman knew better than to fight the man's overwhelming strength, though, instead rolling with his strikes, twisting about and deflecting the next strike, aimed at her midline. Midline strikes being her specialty, she even managed to sneak a quick jab in at Argis' ribs. He gasped at the impact, though it was not too much for his great armored frame; it only slowed him down for a moment. All the same, Argis could see a tiny quirk in her lips, and he knew that she was proud that she had truly landed a strike on her housecarl, the Bulwark of Markarth.
“No more holding back!” Argis roared, charging with battle-fury in his eyes, and, as he'd exppected, Signy gave ground more swiftly now just to keep from being struck with the blade that moved so quickly and powerfully in Argis' hands. Nonetheless, the man scored no hits on her, even as his rhythm increased to a furious pounding, slamming his sword down on her from overhead repeatedly as he drove her back, now in large strides.
Absorbed though Argis was in the fervor of their spar, he couldn't help but notice the way Signy's lithe body moved, or the way the leather clung to her slight curves, accentuating them more than any other outfit he had seen on her. Gods, but she had such pert breasts – and Argis knew he had better things to be thinking about at the moment. Forcing these thoughts out of his mind, he refocused on the battle at hand.
Signy gasped as her back connected with rock; Argis watched her realize that she had nowhere else to go, but still moved in for another punishing strike from above. Mercy would not help her when she was out on the field facing enemies who truly wanted her head, and besides, he had every faith in her that she would pull something out of her ass – even if it was her Dragon Shouts. Argis was prepared to go flying halfway across the arena if he had to.
As he swung his sword down, Signy tucked hers against her chest, shoulder-rolling clear between the man's bent legs. Argis reacted on instinct alone, spinning and leading with his sword arm. Gods, but she had gotten good – if a little unconventional – during all those fights with the Forsworn!