Are
A thrust met by movement, low stance growing ever lower and shield dropping to catch the blunted tip of the training spear, momentarily laying bare the planned strike. A smarter warrior had stepped aside, but Are was more inclined to trust his strength over any fancy footwork. Especially as he found himself already struggling to keep up with such a simple strike. Demoralizing, had it not been for the fact that the blow felt more like a tentative prod than anything more serious, at once something he sought to exploit.
A voice in his head reminded him to stay flexible though. Over commiting was just as much of a mistake as anything else, leaving him exposed to what came after the first probing jab. It could equally had been bait to draw him into storming positions thought ripe for attack only to be shown to be just what the stranger had planned. No, he saved his spastic flailing for when he knew he had a chance to connect, choosing instead to retreat and reset, again poised to strike.
Instead of waiting though, he moved. Doing his damndest to keep the tip of the spear at bay with the good coverage of his shield, if only enough to make way for a swift advance and a rising cut. At last he saw his chance, only a few moments had passed as he struck out with the roundshield, pushing the tip up a tad and swinging his axe at the opening created.
A voice in his head reminded him to stay flexible though. Over commiting was just as much of a mistake as anything else, leaving him exposed to what came after the first probing jab. It could equally had been bait to draw him into storming positions thought ripe for attack only to be shown to be just what the stranger had planned. No, he saved his spastic flailing for when he knew he had a chance to connect, choosing instead to retreat and reset, again poised to strike.
Instead of waiting though, he moved. Doing his damndest to keep the tip of the spear at bay with the good coverage of his shield, if only enough to make way for a swift advance and a rising cut. At last he saw his chance, only a few moments had passed as he struck out with the roundshield, pushing the tip up a tad and swinging his axe at the opening created.
