Danger gleams like sunshine
He nodded in acceptance before steadying his breath and analyzing Deimos's stance. He didn't immediately see any weaknesses in the Warden. The man stood like he'd rarely been challenged by opponents; strong, solid, sure. It wasn't surprising considering the results of the tournament. But Zavien didn't expect to win. That wasn't his goal. He was here to practice and receive instruction. So, with that in mind, he cast aside any nerves and leapt into action.
His feet carried him forward quickly, holding his sword crossbody until he was within range. Lifting the wooden blade in a downward swing from the left. Zavien positioned his body as if the strike was going to be a feint, angling his hips like he would switch to a right lower attack instead. With any luck, Deimos wouldn't properly parry the first attack while anticipating the second. Dedicated to the assault nonetheless, he put most of his strength behind the movement.
His feet carried him forward quickly, holding his sword crossbody until he was within range. Lifting the wooden blade in a downward swing from the left. Zavien positioned his body as if the strike was going to be a feint, angling his hips like he would switch to a right lower attack instead. With any luck, Deimos wouldn't properly parry the first attack while anticipating the second. Dedicated to the assault nonetheless, he put most of his strength behind the movement.
Zavien
to a brave man's eyes.
