His tone is flirtatious, and she gives him her best grin, the sort that is both shit-eating and come hither all at once. ”I like swords. In all their various forms and uses.” The double entendre is obvious, and she leaves it to hang in the air between them, now distracted by the fight.
Her grins widens, pleased, as he asks if anything goes. ”Anything goes,” she agrees, one hand resting on a knife in her belt. There are a number of them, and she likes to fight with knives as well as the scythe. She picks her scythe off the ground and places it in both hands, holding it easily with the blade at an upward angle to the right.
She walks toward him, closing the distance some, looking him over in a different way now. He is taller, stronger, perhaps faster, though she is used to fighting with all these disadvantages. She is less used to fighting with all those disadvantages and someone who doesn’t play by the rules (Erebor had always played by the rules).
She lunges forward, leading with her right leg, sweeping the scythe toward his left side with it’s double-edged, curved blade, aiming to hook him like a fish (not literally, of course, given that it was only a spar). She definitely had her priorities, and they usually involved fighting first, boys second.
Her grins widens, pleased, as he asks if anything goes. ”Anything goes,” she agrees, one hand resting on a knife in her belt. There are a number of them, and she likes to fight with knives as well as the scythe. She picks her scythe off the ground and places it in both hands, holding it easily with the blade at an upward angle to the right.
She walks toward him, closing the distance some, looking him over in a different way now. He is taller, stronger, perhaps faster, though she is used to fighting with all these disadvantages. She is less used to fighting with all those disadvantages and someone who doesn’t play by the rules (Erebor had always played by the rules).
She lunges forward, leading with her right leg, sweeping the scythe toward his left side with it’s double-edged, curved blade, aiming to hook him like a fish (not literally, of course, given that it was only a spar). She definitely had her priorities, and they usually involved fighting first, boys second.
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