if you desire then i'll be your fire and you'll be my gasoline
The energy was still extant in the air around them, not yet stilled after their maneuvers. Aisha stepped paced around, making a bit of a circle before pivoting and going back the other way. She smirked as he asked a question, prodding for a name. She didn't yet respond, as he then launched into another attack, this one far more focused and complete. The thought process, or lack thereof was evident as he let the ebb and flow of the spar decide for him, his stick swinging up to meet her's with the support of a step forward.
It was a strong blow, but somewhat expected. Aisha lifted her heels right before his blade met her's then used the momentum to press down. Her weight and gravity and sheer might of her muscles brought the stick to meet his, and it did the rest. Their 'swords' clashed and her own splintered under the sheet might. She'd put too much faith in the capacity of the stick to hold her strength, but Aisha had more tricks up her sleeve. She ducked just slightly and swept out with her foot, striking his own which he'd so conveniently placed out for her.
And once again he was on the ground, Aisha walked over to stand above him, "Aisha," she gave with a smile, breathing heavily and offering him a hand.
It was a strong blow, but somewhat expected. Aisha lifted her heels right before his blade met her's then used the momentum to press down. Her weight and gravity and sheer might of her muscles brought the stick to meet his, and it did the rest. Their 'swords' clashed and her own splintered under the sheet might. She'd put too much faith in the capacity of the stick to hold her strength, but Aisha had more tricks up her sleeve. She ducked just slightly and swept out with her foot, striking his own which he'd so conveniently placed out for her.
And once again he was on the ground, Aisha walked over to stand above him, "Aisha," she gave with a smile, breathing heavily and offering him a hand.
AISHA
