All is fair in love and war
bloodshed in velvet shades
as battles burn, but one remains
they call her Queen of Blades
The blades struck as planned, but Deimos was apparently far stronger than she had imagined - a blow from Krosis caught like that was no little smack to absorb the recoil from after all. But she did not falter, the thrill of the fight second nature to her, drilled into her mind and nerves and muscles with fervor and passion. Her grin only widened, tactics changing in an instant. While Roana was formidably strong for a woman, she knew out-powering men she encountered was highly unlikely, and she was not one to fight nature on this. She had focused on her in-born strengths, and where she might've not been able to match a male opponent's strength, she was much, much faster.
In a blur she twisted, steel parting from steel in a spiral, her whole form shifting from one direction to another as she danced, blade in hand. Her knees bent, crouching below Deimos' blow with uncanny dexterity, using that and the length of the claymore to her advantage as she swung up from below, blade trained on his torso.
In a blur she twisted, steel parting from steel in a spiral, her whole form shifting from one direction to another as she danced, blade in hand. Her knees bent, crouching below Deimos' blow with uncanny dexterity, using that and the length of the claymore to her advantage as she swung up from below, blade trained on his torso.
ROANA
