Rory wasn't experienced enough when it came to reading intentions from a face, anyway, not in these circumstances. Peter's blank slate face was almost a relief, something he did not have to focus on, so that he could pour all his attention into observing the Launceleyn's stance and position instead. And not even that gave much away: it was like he managed to silence his body into not saying anything about its intentions before he moved. Every so often Rory misjudged which direction Peter would go, which let the other man get away, but just as quickly Rory was back in front of him, hounding, hounding, hounding, too busy watching Peter's chest and shoulders and hips to see the frown beginning to form on his face.
So when Peter suddenly twisted to look over his shoulder and subsequently fell it took Rory by surprise, though it had been the kind of opening he'd been waiting for. The scarf fluttered in the wind. And it taught him one thing: Peter had figured out his tactic, because he'd obviously looked for the fence.
But there was no time for thought after that split second surprise.
Rory threw himself like a wolf towards Peter, a rather impressive lunge across the distance, hoping to obstruct the other man enough in getting back to his feet to pull off the second, most important part of his plan.
Out of nothing a goshawk suddenly appeared by the scarf, whispered into life in the space between two heartbeats. Sharp talons reached out in an attempt to snatch the scarf from the ground before Peter would have the chance to get up and get it back, and if successful, the bird would take flight with its prey.
Training post 3/4!
So when Peter suddenly twisted to look over his shoulder and subsequently fell it took Rory by surprise, though it had been the kind of opening he'd been waiting for. The scarf fluttered in the wind. And it taught him one thing: Peter had figured out his tactic, because he'd obviously looked for the fence.
But there was no time for thought after that split second surprise.
Rory threw himself like a wolf towards Peter, a rather impressive lunge across the distance, hoping to obstruct the other man enough in getting back to his feet to pull off the second, most important part of his plan.
Out of nothing a goshawk suddenly appeared by the scarf, whispered into life in the space between two heartbeats. Sharp talons reached out in an attempt to snatch the scarf from the ground before Peter would have the chance to get up and get it back, and if successful, the bird would take flight with its prey.
Training post 3/4!
