He paries the attack, though not before she’s managed to knick his skin. She feels a little bad to have actually drawn blood in a spar, though selfishly pleased to land a blow. Besides it’s perhaps a bit his fault for wearing nearly no clothing (not that she’s complaining).
She doesn’t have time to revel in her second of triumph though as water comes exploding from the ocean. She reacts, stepping back and pulling her hands closer to her chest, though not fast enough to avoid the water. Anything goes. Her grin widens.
Though the water does indeed loosen her grip, she pretends it doesn’t and lunges back toward him, scythe raised as if to chop down toward his right shoulder. If her opponent is paying attention, he’ll see that the scythe is farther back then it needs to be, though she finds that most people don’t always judge the scythe well since it’s an unfamiliar weapon. She’s hoping this is the case here as her back leg comes forward, knee coming up toward his chest (in a non-spar, it would come toward another spot, but she’s playing nice), hoping to force him back. Hoping to either knee him in the soft tissue of his belly, or simply send him backward into the scythe, or a little of both.
She doesn’t have time to revel in her second of triumph though as water comes exploding from the ocean. She reacts, stepping back and pulling her hands closer to her chest, though not fast enough to avoid the water. Anything goes. Her grin widens.
Though the water does indeed loosen her grip, she pretends it doesn’t and lunges back toward him, scythe raised as if to chop down toward his right shoulder. If her opponent is paying attention, he’ll see that the scythe is farther back then it needs to be, though she finds that most people don’t always judge the scythe well since it’s an unfamiliar weapon. She’s hoping this is the case here as her back leg comes forward, knee coming up toward his chest (in a non-spar, it would come toward another spot, but she’s playing nice), hoping to force him back. Hoping to either knee him in the soft tissue of his belly, or simply send him backward into the scythe, or a little of both.
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