Chasing Scars

Ashe grinned savagely at the hooded man as he darted for her arm. Finally. He let loose a breath of air and shifted her arm back smoothly for his attack to miss, rapidly swooping her arm over his own strike and flipping Reckoning downwards - for his own arm. She didn’t wait to see if it landed, instead following through the strike and dipping low towards him with fast, fluid movement. Not a step was out of place, her breath growing even as she dashed into his reach. It was a strike she swept down at his middle as she moved to twist around him. It wasn’t to harm him - not yet. Move, the sweeping slash to his ribs said, but she certainly wouldn't complain if she felt skin on metal. It might slow him down enough to get a fucking look at him. Ashe would have to move up quite closely to him to get around him on that branch, placing one foot between his as she moved with speed and precision to the other side. So close, in fact, she nearly caught sight of those eyes of his beneath his hood. Close enough to see the tear she made in his scarf with her now dull sword. The shewolf reached up and braced a hand on the branch just above the pair, and she let out a breath of a laugh he’d be able to feel as pulled herself a step back from her opponent, flicking her blade out to slash at his shoulder. In the same moment of the hopefully distracting blow, Ashe danced forward on light feet and swung her leg around to bring it down to the back of his knee and try to knock him off balance. Kalt ashetta it's live or die my way.