He watched as the Luminary took her own fighting stance, calm and focused as he studied her form. She was steady, balanced, ready. He met her eyes with the quiet serenity that he brought to most things in life, and when she moved--
He did not. He turned his head slightly to take the jab on his cheek rather than his nose, but he made no other move to dodge. His head barely rocked from the blow, and when he turned back to look at Sohalia there was a coolness in his eyes. "There is more than one kind of strength." His tone did not quite chide; he spoke the words as an observation only.
But his return blow was swift. A singular Gravity Spike at half its most basic level, the weight cut to be more of a jab of his own than a slam, lanced down between them. If Sohalia did not dodge quickly it might strike a glancing blow against the hand she had used to punch with.
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He did not. He turned his head slightly to take the jab on his cheek rather than his nose, but he made no other move to dodge. His head barely rocked from the blow, and when he turned back to look at Sohalia there was a coolness in his eyes. "There is more than one kind of strength." His tone did not quite chide; he spoke the words as an observation only.
But his return blow was swift. A singular Gravity Spike at half its most basic level, the weight cut to be more of a jab of his own than a slam, lanced down between them. If Sohalia did not dodge quickly it might strike a glancing blow against the hand she had used to punch with.
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