Elide
Deimos' voice rising through the clang of their small battle brought Elide out of her focus, flicking her gaze toward him for a split second to show that she heard him. However, her plan was in motion, and she felt all the more pressure to make her last move count.
Elide is inexperienced physically but, mentally, she is no stranger to the machinations of a swordfight. She has watched, observed, written, read, and even studied the art of battle. There is much to learn from even the simplest of soldiers, in her eyes. She would not be so naive to come here with nothing but a promise of aspirations and demons to follow.
To prove such worth, Elide is baiting Aisha with her charge, even with the presumably marking notion towards the woman's leg. To trip or cut is not her intention, but to catch. Catch she does, and Aisha ensnares herself. Even if she is a swordmaster, Elide is not so simply pressed back, even if the pressure is strong. Strength is unnecessary for countering the pivot Elide's sword takes, sending Aisha's short of its intention. Aisha's sword will find itself, thanks purely to its own momentum, veering off to the side.
Elide draws her sword down the length of it swiftly, the end of her blade thwacking against Aisha's sword arm. It is a dull blade, after all, so it is unlikely to actually inflict a wound. However, it will serve the purpose of tit for tat.
Finished, Elide pulls her sword back. It sings across Aisha's blade in the way that steel does, and she lowers her weapon out of respect for the end of a spar well-fought. There is no need for gloating or embarrassment, on either of their parts, so Elide merely offers Aisha a respectful dip of her chin. The taunting glint of her eye is gone, replaced only with admiration and hope to try this again, soon.
That, however, is up to her judges.
Elide rolled a natural 20 for her last attack and this was her plan. So she had to do a big finish~ <3
Elide is inexperienced physically but, mentally, she is no stranger to the machinations of a swordfight. She has watched, observed, written, read, and even studied the art of battle. There is much to learn from even the simplest of soldiers, in her eyes. She would not be so naive to come here with nothing but a promise of aspirations and demons to follow.
To prove such worth, Elide is baiting Aisha with her charge, even with the presumably marking notion towards the woman's leg. To trip or cut is not her intention, but to catch. Catch she does, and Aisha ensnares herself. Even if she is a swordmaster, Elide is not so simply pressed back, even if the pressure is strong. Strength is unnecessary for countering the pivot Elide's sword takes, sending Aisha's short of its intention. Aisha's sword will find itself, thanks purely to its own momentum, veering off to the side.
Elide draws her sword down the length of it swiftly, the end of her blade thwacking against Aisha's sword arm. It is a dull blade, after all, so it is unlikely to actually inflict a wound. However, it will serve the purpose of tit for tat.
Finished, Elide pulls her sword back. It sings across Aisha's blade in the way that steel does, and she lowers her weapon out of respect for the end of a spar well-fought. There is no need for gloating or embarrassment, on either of their parts, so Elide merely offers Aisha a respectful dip of her chin. The taunting glint of her eye is gone, replaced only with admiration and hope to try this again, soon.
That, however, is up to her judges.
Elide rolled a natural 20 for her last attack and this was her plan. So she had to do a big finish~ <3
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
