Too fast and he lost his form, which the bard had somewhat expected. He nodded at Deimos's instruction with a rueful smile, glad the General provided an outside eye to help him pinpoint what had gone wrong when the list of what might have caused the slip was so long in the more complicated twist and thrust.
Rolling his neck to loosen up he tried one more time and then pulled back to listen to the new instructions. Jigano gave Weaver a respectful nod, having seen the sort of damage her scythe could do and not wanting to feel the bite of that particular blade. For that matter, he didn't want to inflict a cut of his own if he managed to break through her defense. After a moment's thought he sheathed the rapier and drew on his earth and creation magic to meld a similar object into his hand, one made of a dense, hard wood that held the same weight and balance but lacked the sharp edges of his more usual weapon. "Age before beauty?" he suggested lightly, falling into his stance as he faced her and waited for her to take her own.
When she was ready he lunged on an angle, attempting to slice the tip of the dull wood not at her body but instead at her right wrist, hoping to force her to lose her grip in the scythe so that she would only have one hand to wield it. Whether or not he was successful he kept moving, attempting to dance past her and away from any vengeful arc of her reaper's blade.
Jigano attempts a cut with a wooden sword on Weaver's right wrist, and continues to move to get out of the scythe's range.
Rolling his neck to loosen up he tried one more time and then pulled back to listen to the new instructions. Jigano gave Weaver a respectful nod, having seen the sort of damage her scythe could do and not wanting to feel the bite of that particular blade. For that matter, he didn't want to inflict a cut of his own if he managed to break through her defense. After a moment's thought he sheathed the rapier and drew on his earth and creation magic to meld a similar object into his hand, one made of a dense, hard wood that held the same weight and balance but lacked the sharp edges of his more usual weapon. "Age before beauty?" he suggested lightly, falling into his stance as he faced her and waited for her to take her own.
When she was ready he lunged on an angle, attempting to slice the tip of the dull wood not at her body but instead at her right wrist, hoping to force her to lose her grip in the scythe so that she would only have one hand to wield it. Whether or not he was successful he kept moving, attempting to dance past her and away from any vengeful arc of her reaper's blade.
Jigano attempts a cut with a wooden sword on Weaver's right wrist, and continues to move to get out of the scythe's range.
