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Wrestling would've probably been a better call, banking on what little practice he'd had working in his favor. Although the shield was enough of an edge to keep both hands armed instead. It would have been, had he not barreled straight past his intended target, burying his axe in the dirt with a resounding thud.
At least he kept it in hand, even as his back stung from the educational lash he white-knuckled the tools of the trade and whipped around, ready for the next bout. Pretending as if he hadn't yelped as the cold steal left a throbbing welt even through the padding, distorting his face in a teary-eyed grimace for a few moments.
"Another!" he shouted and with vigor cross-stepped for another, more controlled swing. Making sure to give the shield ample room to catch any incoming strikes while also keeping his own hidden 'til the last moment. A sweep and a hasty retreat, stepping back almost before he even knew if he'd hit or missed.
At least he kept it in hand, even as his back stung from the educational lash he white-knuckled the tools of the trade and whipped around, ready for the next bout. Pretending as if he hadn't yelped as the cold steal left a throbbing welt even through the padding, distorting his face in a teary-eyed grimace for a few moments.
"Another!" he shouted and with vigor cross-stepped for another, more controlled swing. Making sure to give the shield ample room to catch any incoming strikes while also keeping his own hidden 'til the last moment. A sweep and a hasty retreat, stepping back almost before he even knew if he'd hit or missed.
