KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
There was a point to going at her seriously. Several, actually. And he might reveal them to her when they were done - she'd probably be curious anyway - but for now, he tried to focus on the fight, on keeping himself in one piece and not accidentally getting his guts spilled.
His dagger struck home, and the impact with her flesh quivered up his arm, to remind him with nauseating clarity why he hated this. Rather than back away however, Korbin kept after her, tried to stick close within her space so she couldn't get much force behind the blows. When she turned back and to the size, Korbin followed, like they were partners in a dance. When she struck again he twisted just slightly to the side and felt the dagger cut into his side again, slicing a line perpendicular across the already bleeding wound. He'd get a new scar out of it, no doubt, and it hurt like a bitch.
Breathing into the blinding pain, Korbin shifted his weight to one leg and used the other to kick at her legs, trying to unbalance her, and aimed a stab at her simultaneously struck again at her stomach again. At the last moment, he flipped the grip on the dagger again and tried to strike the pommel into her gut, something that would be sure to leave her plenty winded if it landed.
Not being able to use his right side was annoying. It left him unable to parry, opening up to counters whenever he attacked. The only comfort was that she was in the same boat.
His dagger struck home, and the impact with her flesh quivered up his arm, to remind him with nauseating clarity why he hated this. Rather than back away however, Korbin kept after her, tried to stick close within her space so she couldn't get much force behind the blows. When she turned back and to the size, Korbin followed, like they were partners in a dance. When she struck again he twisted just slightly to the side and felt the dagger cut into his side again, slicing a line perpendicular across the already bleeding wound. He'd get a new scar out of it, no doubt, and it hurt like a bitch.
Breathing into the blinding pain, Korbin shifted his weight to one leg and used the other to kick at her legs, trying to unbalance her, and aimed a stab at her simultaneously struck again at her stomach again. At the last moment, he flipped the grip on the dagger again and tried to strike the pommel into her gut, something that would be sure to leave her plenty winded if it landed.
Not being able to use his right side was annoying. It left him unable to parry, opening up to counters whenever he attacked. The only comfort was that she was in the same boat.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
