She feels the shaft of the scythe connect with something and the water disappears from her face (thank the gods). Weaver opens her eyes and turns back, face wet and dripping, but at least she could see enough to see him stagger back and then conjuring a spinning disc of water between him and the scythe. Not that she couldn’t slice through water, but it did make it harder to see what she was doing.
Damn, if only she could create fire.
She lunges again, not waiting for him to recover (hopefully), swinging the scythe toward his left shoulder as if to come down and hook him with the blade, though her aim may be off giving the disorienting disc of water. It doesn’t really matter though. At the last minute she takes her left hand from the scythe, and though she keeps the scythe moving, it won’t have much force. Instead she whips a knife from her belt and lunges forward again, aiming the knife toward the bottom of his ribcage (though carefully enough so as not to stab him for real, which sadly slows the attack somewhat).
Damn, if only she could create fire.
She lunges again, not waiting for him to recover (hopefully), swinging the scythe toward his left shoulder as if to come down and hook him with the blade, though her aim may be off giving the disorienting disc of water. It doesn’t really matter though. At the last minute she takes her left hand from the scythe, and though she keeps the scythe moving, it won’t have much force. Instead she whips a knife from her belt and lunges forward again, aiming the knife toward the bottom of his ribcage (though carefully enough so as not to stab him for real, which sadly slows the attack somewhat).
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
