By this time Brokkrid had given up on landing a blow on him, but perhaps she could at least try to catch him off guard. She wouldn't go for anything vital just in case she couldn't catch herself in time or he stepped into it, but she would at least try to go for an opening, no matter what she would at least make it a good sparring session for him. After all, she had promised right?
She waited patiently, the beads of sweat pouring down her face from the overexertion, her muscles crying out for a stop to the abuse she had put herself through, and her eyelids feeling heavy. Magic was one hundred percent harder than she had thought, and she wasn't able to use it efficiently yet, since she was unpracticed. Perhaps with years, like Sah had said, she could reach that level, but she put it to the back of her mind that if her life were truly in danger, to not rely on it for the time being at least.
She saw him shift his center from his left to his right, and that was when she decided to strike at him, aiming the rim of her shield for his face, obstructing the sword that was aimed for his thigh. It was a double blow she had learned from a guardsman back in New Haven. It wasn't much use though, her hands trembled and as she reached for his face, it was slow, the balance of her stance was off, and a bead of sweat obscured her dominant left eye. She threw the blow wide, giving him a good look at the whole maneuver.
Easily blockable, she left herself open to a counter-attack. Still, she had tried her best.
She waited patiently, the beads of sweat pouring down her face from the overexertion, her muscles crying out for a stop to the abuse she had put herself through, and her eyelids feeling heavy. Magic was one hundred percent harder than she had thought, and she wasn't able to use it efficiently yet, since she was unpracticed. Perhaps with years, like Sah had said, she could reach that level, but she put it to the back of her mind that if her life were truly in danger, to not rely on it for the time being at least.
She saw him shift his center from his left to his right, and that was when she decided to strike at him, aiming the rim of her shield for his face, obstructing the sword that was aimed for his thigh. It was a double blow she had learned from a guardsman back in New Haven. It wasn't much use though, her hands trembled and as she reached for his face, it was slow, the balance of her stance was off, and a bead of sweat obscured her dominant left eye. She threw the blow wide, giving him a good look at the whole maneuver.
Easily blockable, she left herself open to a counter-attack. Still, she had tried her best.
