The moment she mentioned just what she was, she sensed the shift in Jigano. Her eyes flashed and narrowed, and she stopped herself from smiling. That's better, she thought. She was used to all kinds of reactions when people found out she was an assassin, and she'd had far worse than what this man was displaying. Maybe she didn't kill people as her profession anymore - she had fought in blood and pain and despair to free herself from those shackles - but it would be a part of her for the rest of her life.
He had smoothly side-stepped her test blow to the ribs, following her and just barely tapping his stick against hers. Not bad, she thought, especially as her blade glanced away from his leg. He was quicker than she'd given him credit for, and she felt a cool calm sweep into her. She kept careful track of his movements as she stayed just out of his reach, keeping her feet moving over the rotting leaves of the woodlands.
Ashe quirked a brow at Jigano - she couldn't fault him for the vagueness, she had been, and she was an assassin after all. She saw his blow coming for her wrist - ouch, no thank you - and it was simple enough for the strike to miss. In the same fluid movement of pulling her arm back, her upper half dipped back to avoid his smooth follow-through. She followed his movement as he slipped by her, turning and keeping her front facing him. The assassin had to resist the urge to snap her stick in two, to switch to dual wielding. Once it had been a trademark. It had become a source of frustration ever since she lost her left pinky.
"By the looks of it, you needed to be quite a bit," she observed quietly. ”Do you miss your old world?” She wasted no time, darting forward with a soft exhale. She smoothly directed her stick towards his hip before she flipped it back, her feet not stopping as she slipped by him, her body angled towards him. She aimed a slash for his center as she swept by, falling into a defensive stance.
He had smoothly side-stepped her test blow to the ribs, following her and just barely tapping his stick against hers. Not bad, she thought, especially as her blade glanced away from his leg. He was quicker than she'd given him credit for, and she felt a cool calm sweep into her. She kept careful track of his movements as she stayed just out of his reach, keeping her feet moving over the rotting leaves of the woodlands.
Ashe quirked a brow at Jigano - she couldn't fault him for the vagueness, she had been, and she was an assassin after all. She saw his blow coming for her wrist - ouch, no thank you - and it was simple enough for the strike to miss. In the same fluid movement of pulling her arm back, her upper half dipped back to avoid his smooth follow-through. She followed his movement as he slipped by her, turning and keeping her front facing him. The assassin had to resist the urge to snap her stick in two, to switch to dual wielding. Once it had been a trademark. It had become a source of frustration ever since she lost her left pinky.
"By the looks of it, you needed to be quite a bit," she observed quietly. ”Do you miss your old world?” She wasted no time, darting forward with a soft exhale. She smoothly directed her stick towards his hip before she flipped it back, her feet not stopping as she slipped by him, her body angled towards him. She aimed a slash for his center as she swept by, falling into a defensive stance.
