remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
She lunged – and he waited, poised and precise, given into many, many years of the same sort of play. It was an art, the canvas of the battlefield, stoked and honed by blood, by rage, by desperation, by vengeance, and everything else sculpted, stroked, and sketched upon it. And while she could entice him to defend, he was not so green as to leave it at that.
Her size would assist with agility, and dexterity, always an advantage over those of his capacity, but he’d managed to find ways around those machinations. The mountain lifted his blade to catch at hers, effectively blocking the escalation of steel into his shoulder. He wouldn’t cease and desist there, not if they were truly testing mettle for mettle, grit for grit, experience for experience. Using momentum and strength, he intended to push back his sword upon hers, and attempted to strike at her right shoulder.
out for vengeance
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