Bladework

Eternum

Across the floor Eternum stepped lightly, shadows waving over his lean form in the dimly lit sparring circle. His hands held twin daggers gleaming, razor sharp edges and moving as extensions of his will. His eyes cold and precise, he circled Abraia, watching exactly everything she did. He sprang forward low and fast, like a released coiled spring had no warning at all.
 
Her first slash was from her left, a shallow one, meant to test her reaction speed. Eternum’s true intent came, though, with his follow through, a second dagger arcing upward towards her exposed flank, a move meant to catch her mid dodge.
 
Turning his heel, Eternum shuffled down, balancing on the balls of his feet as his blades cut framed circles in the air. He feigned high, turning his body at the last moment to strike out with a quick thrust at her hip. He kept relentless pressure on, not overextending, not going outside the controlled range with every strike.
 
He spun to sidestep, disengaging for a moment to see where she was. He threw one dagger, flicking his wrist to send it not to wound, but to draw her attention upward, while closing the distance again with the other blade in a lightning fast stab toward her midsection.

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Eternum circled her and Abraia grinned, leg bouncing lightly on her toes. She had to admit the cold, calculated way he moved was a little intimidating, but ooh, sneaky sneaky. As the first slash came, she spun across it, clanging her sword off the second blade, cutting her slash short. "Close one!" She chirped, spinning back into position just in time to catch the thrust aimed at her hip. Moving back in a step and throwing the dagger Eternum’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Nice try!" She laughed, flicking it aside with a flick of her blade, then lunged forward, testing his reflexes with a quick jab for his shoulder.