Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
His own attack failed to push her back, the glaive falling harmlessly to the side. Although disappointed, his eyes took in every movement, analyzing her strategy as well as areas for improvement. One particular area was already very apparent: patience. Rushing in with an overhead attack wasn't exactly what he'd consider a 'calculated' move against a swordsman.
He stepped to the side, letting the glaive fall harmless past him as he made his way closer to Soh. They were close enough for him to see the scar that split her left eyebrow. Chuckling, he said, "Bigger moves make bigger gaps." And then he twisted his blade to use the pommel as a means to strike. He didn't use his full strength, but he gave the motion enough speed to make it difficult to avoid, aiming for the gut.
He stepped to the side, letting the glaive fall harmless past him as he made his way closer to Soh. They were close enough for him to see the scar that split her left eyebrow. Chuckling, he said, "Bigger moves make bigger gaps." And then he twisted his blade to use the pommel as a means to strike. He didn't use his full strength, but he gave the motion enough speed to make it difficult to avoid, aiming for the gut.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
