Weaver could understand why Melita bristles at being given a command, though it is not a command in it’s intention but a suggestion. Weaver just doesn’t know how else to give it, used to the constant barrage of things Erebor would tell her to do. She never did them exactly as he said, but she always took the message to heart all the same.
Weaver’s blade hits air as Melita moves away, speed along with strength on the girls side. Apparently Weaver had some learning to do about how to move not in snow. When her attack comes again, it’s toward Weaver’s back. Weaver can’t spin fast enough to catch it, so she takes the blow to her back with a grunt and a grin, pleased to see the other girl doing something beside what the rule books might suggest. ”Well played.”
At the same time, Weaver swings her blade toward Melita’s unprotected side, hoping to at least get in her own hit before the girl skittered away again or the fight comes to an end.
Weaver’s blade hits air as Melita moves away, speed along with strength on the girls side. Apparently Weaver had some learning to do about how to move not in snow. When her attack comes again, it’s toward Weaver’s back. Weaver can’t spin fast enough to catch it, so she takes the blow to her back with a grunt and a grin, pleased to see the other girl doing something beside what the rule books might suggest. ”Well played.”
At the same time, Weaver swings her blade toward Melita’s unprotected side, hoping to at least get in her own hit before the girl skittered away again or the fight comes to an end.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
