Are
Rawhide edged, linen clad, yet the pine yielded like straw as the blade bit a good foot into the shield. Still he stood strong, it wasn't until she yanked it free an errant step was thrown. Just enough to regain that low, steady stance. He should've been devastated, beaten, bruised, panting and sweating, but it only served to drive him on harder. Towards what he wasn't sure, but along the way he absorbed any lessons he could get.
Putting them to use though, a wholly different matter. Especially when the footwork was as sloppy as Are's. It didn't stop him from trying though, so with another few morsels of knowledge in mind he stepped inside the reach of that fearsome, gleaming blade. As quick as a fox he snapped out with his shield, doing what little he could to keep the longsword away as he closed the distance, aiming a quick flick at the forward leg.
Putting them to use though, a wholly different matter. Especially when the footwork was as sloppy as Are's. It didn't stop him from trying though, so with another few morsels of knowledge in mind he stepped inside the reach of that fearsome, gleaming blade. As quick as a fox he snapped out with his shield, doing what little he could to keep the longsword away as he closed the distance, aiming a quick flick at the forward leg.
