Maea
If I could sing one last song
Cling, clang, clang. The ring of steel on steel was a melody underlining their motions, turning the spar into something closer to a dance. Liam kept up with her rapid thrusts seemingly without effort and a delighted smile overtook Maea's expression. Even as her glaive was knocked away and she danced back to regroup, she couldn't recall ever enjoying a spar quite this much. Her body felt strong yet lithe, responding to every thought, and not for a single moment did she worry about possibly hurting her opponent.
When Liam approached this time, she was more than ready. Seeing the sword slice towards her as if in slow motion, Maea raised her glaive to block - and in a circling motion attempted to lock his blade against her own. Then she angled the polearm upwards in a sharp jab, trying to dislodge the sword from Liam's hands.
When Liam approached this time, she was more than ready. Seeing the sword slice towards her as if in slow motion, Maea raised her glaive to block - and in a circling motion attempted to lock his blade against her own. Then she angled the polearm upwards in a sharp jab, trying to dislodge the sword from Liam's hands.
I'd make it a good one
