”Huh,” she says, impressed to find that they were indeed real. What a strange, and weirdly cute, thing. She sort of wants to spend proper time getting to know a living vampire gourd, but there is a battle to fight and training to be had and her attention shifts to the fight at hand.
Melita’s wooden sword comes up to meet Weaver’s in a predictable defense. It is her next move, dragging downward to come under and toward Weaver’s left shoulder that takes her by surprise, the girl far stronger than she appears. Weaver doesn’t fight it, but raising her wooden sword and stepping back out of the way (almost) of Melita’s attack. The other girl scrapes against her target slightly, enough to have cut in real battle, but not enough to do lasting damage.
If Weaver is lucky, the sudden removal of the blade Melita had been pushing against would throw the girl off balance. Weaver could hope, and with that small hope she moves quickly, again raising her blade high, lunging forward with her other leg to put her right shoulder forward. If this were a real fight, she’d be favoring the uninjured side now, and the sting from the contact moment ago reminds her of this.
Weaver keeps her eyes up and forward, but at the last moment she pivots, her left leg moving behind her to change her angle as the blade sweeps around and down toward Melita’s legs instead of head. A feint, though the girl was fast and strong and Weaver isn’t sure how well the trick might work.
Melita’s wooden sword comes up to meet Weaver’s in a predictable defense. It is her next move, dragging downward to come under and toward Weaver’s left shoulder that takes her by surprise, the girl far stronger than she appears. Weaver doesn’t fight it, but raising her wooden sword and stepping back out of the way (almost) of Melita’s attack. The other girl scrapes against her target slightly, enough to have cut in real battle, but not enough to do lasting damage.
If Weaver is lucky, the sudden removal of the blade Melita had been pushing against would throw the girl off balance. Weaver could hope, and with that small hope she moves quickly, again raising her blade high, lunging forward with her other leg to put her right shoulder forward. If this were a real fight, she’d be favoring the uninjured side now, and the sting from the contact moment ago reminds her of this.
Weaver keeps her eyes up and forward, but at the last moment she pivots, her left leg moving behind her to change her angle as the blade sweeps around and down toward Melita’s legs instead of head. A feint, though the girl was fast and strong and Weaver isn’t sure how well the trick might work.
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Quote by Charles Dickens
