AINO
My oh my. The whelp was good. Aino did her best to counter the attempt to dislodge her sword, but Sah's technique was excellent and so well executed that her own blade was sent flying neatly from her hand. She stilled with the tip of his blade pressed neatly against her throat, and let her hands fall in defeat.
"Very well done," she said, silky soft and brimming with an unexpected pride for this new brother of hers. "It's been a long time since anyone did that to me... Not even Deimos managed to disarm me." Not so quickly, or so neatly. "Let's see if you can do it again, aye?"
Backing off, Aino went to retrieve her sword, offered Sah a rough pat on the back when she came back, and gave him all of three seconds to resume a fighting stance before she went on the attack - her turn to start, this time.
She came in fast and hard, approaching from the front with the sword clasped in both hands. Three swift attacks were issued, heavy and brutal overhand cuts barraging down from above towards Sah's right shoulder even as she pressed forward - where he might find it slightly more difficult to block. If he backed off or turned she would simply follow; he would have to either endure this, or get creative in the defense if he was to escape without bruises.
"Very well done," she said, silky soft and brimming with an unexpected pride for this new brother of hers. "It's been a long time since anyone did that to me... Not even Deimos managed to disarm me." Not so quickly, or so neatly. "Let's see if you can do it again, aye?"
Backing off, Aino went to retrieve her sword, offered Sah a rough pat on the back when she came back, and gave him all of three seconds to resume a fighting stance before she went on the attack - her turn to start, this time.
She came in fast and hard, approaching from the front with the sword clasped in both hands. Three swift attacks were issued, heavy and brutal overhand cuts barraging down from above towards Sah's right shoulder even as she pressed forward - where he might find it slightly more difficult to block. If he backed off or turned she would simply follow; he would have to either endure this, or get creative in the defense if he was to escape without bruises.
Come and conquer, drop your bombs
Cross my borders and kill the calm
Cross my borders and kill the calm
