Zavien
Her speed and cunning skill immediately had Zavien reeling. His attack was blocked as if it were child's play instead of a muscled soldier striking at her and then she was spinning into a counterattack. Zavien had to drag his eyes from the fanning red locks to spot the blurred motion of her staff. As much as he wanted to think that he could easily block the incoming blow, how was he supposed to spot an attack he could barely register?
Zavien let the thoughts fall away, falling into the rhythm of battle, the pounding of his hear like the beating drums the led his movements. Flicking his wrists, the lower part of his staff came out to stop the attempt on his knees. Continuing to twist, he tried to force the momentum up as he leveraged the other end towards her upper shoulder, stepping forward to add some pressure.
Zavien let the thoughts fall away, falling into the rhythm of battle, the pounding of his hear like the beating drums the led his movements. Flicking his wrists, the lower part of his staff came out to stop the attempt on his knees. Continuing to twist, he tried to force the momentum up as he leveraged the other end towards her upper shoulder, stepping forward to add some pressure.
I learned that in suffering,
we find the true measure of our strength.
we find the true measure of our strength.
