could somebody check my pulse? it's been a minute since i've tasted blood. i forgot how good this was
He kept an easy smile on his lips, unfazed even when she used her stick to swerve his back down and he had to step back from her forward motion. He didn't mind making a mistake there, since it would be the only way to learn. He didn't pretend to know more than he did, which wasn't much in the art of swordfighting. Her confidence in him was a welcome one, though. For once, he was not feeling so confident in himself but, her simple instructions were encouraging.
"So," he began, glancing to her face, "what's your name, swordmaster?" there was a playful tone in the last word.
His smile faded into a slight frown as he concentrated on how he would approach her next. He was overthinking, he realized, which was exactly what she'd told him not to do. He had to think fast, move fast, be fast. Faster than he was being now. Without thinking, simply acting, Henry used both of his hands to raise his 'sword' to hers. The blow would be strong. Only, he didn't just strike. As the stick moved forth to meet hers, he took a large step forward with it, adding to the pressure it would apply.
"So," he began, glancing to her face, "what's your name, swordmaster?" there was a playful tone in the last word.
His smile faded into a slight frown as he concentrated on how he would approach her next. He was overthinking, he realized, which was exactly what she'd told him not to do. He had to think fast, move fast, be fast. Faster than he was being now. Without thinking, simply acting, Henry used both of his hands to raise his 'sword' to hers. The blow would be strong. Only, he didn't just strike. As the stick moved forth to meet hers, he took a large step forward with it, adding to the pressure it would apply.
HENRY
