Peter
Peter felt his blade shift in his hand, pulling away from its target and arching wide. In a moment, he decided against dropping it, and moved with the new momentum of his swing instead. A good decision, considering the staff that swung out, quick feet not quite quick enough to save him from a sharp rap on his ankle, but quick enough to turn what would have been a loss of balance into a minor irritation.
Blue eyes narrowed into slits as Peter turned, looking over Loren again. He changed his grip on his dagger quickly, then threw it at Loren, using the distraction it would (hopefully) cause to rush forwards again, opening the bottle at his hip as he went. The contents were coaxed out and sent towards the taller mans face, another distraction while Peter swept low, his arm up to try to catch the inevitable defence with the staff.
Blue eyes narrowed into slits as Peter turned, looking over Loren again. He changed his grip on his dagger quickly, then threw it at Loren, using the distraction it would (hopefully) cause to rush forwards again, opening the bottle at his hip as he went. The contents were coaxed out and sent towards the taller mans face, another distraction while Peter swept low, his arm up to try to catch the inevitable defence with the staff.
I don't wanna live that way
I do not wanna live in pain
I do not wanna live in pain
