Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Certain that she was uninjured, Zavien felt comfortable continuing the spar, but he made sure to pull his punches. Especially as he pushed her shoulder forward, he didn't let the speed or adrenaline push too far. When she pulled away, he let her go, allowing her to put some distance between the two of them.
Soh's words made him smile, eyes following her as she circled him slowly. "You're doing great." He would have added more about possible rooms for improvement or admirable effort, but then she was lunging forward to strike his sword hand. Zavien raised his weapon to block the strike against the wood of her glaive. Then he pulled back, trying to hook the blades together to pull it from her grasp.
Soh's words made him smile, eyes following her as she circled him slowly. "You're doing great." He would have added more about possible rooms for improvement or admirable effort, but then she was lunging forward to strike his sword hand. Zavien raised his weapon to block the strike against the wood of her glaive. Then he pulled back, trying to hook the blades together to pull it from her grasp.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
