'Siri'
The pain in her side was easily overshadowed by the satisfaction that filled her up at the small victory. A silent grin sharpened her features as she moved in again, without hesitation. Another swing of the sword and Iris was moving in on the warrior's right, pressing the advantage she'd etched in her ribs.
Her grin dropped when the sword's swing changed trajectory, aiming to trip and incapacitate. A new sense of danger came with the assault, with the fear of meeting the imposing weapon at full force. Iris, without much room for thought or strategy, jumped.
A chill as sharp as lighting coursed through her body as the sword's edge scraped against the bottom of her boot. Only a hitched chuckle left her lips, whether amusement or relief, lasting only for a moment after her feet landed on the grass - both safe and whole. In the next moment, she was charging. Pushed to Aisha's left by the clever attack she once again moved to erase the distance. She aimed for the girl's diaphragm in an ambitious hilt-first swipe graciously fueled by a sudden burst of adrenaline.
It was only when she stepped on the foot that had just come in contact with Aisha's sword that she noticed a chunk of her sole had been scraped off. This made her slip further forward on the grass and shifted her aim lower on Aisha's abdomen. Hoping to mitigate the literal slip-up, Iris quickly moved to change her stance, hoping to get a proper grip on the terrain below and move further behind the agile warrior.
Her grin dropped when the sword's swing changed trajectory, aiming to trip and incapacitate. A new sense of danger came with the assault, with the fear of meeting the imposing weapon at full force. Iris, without much room for thought or strategy, jumped.
A chill as sharp as lighting coursed through her body as the sword's edge scraped against the bottom of her boot. Only a hitched chuckle left her lips, whether amusement or relief, lasting only for a moment after her feet landed on the grass - both safe and whole. In the next moment, she was charging. Pushed to Aisha's left by the clever attack she once again moved to erase the distance. She aimed for the girl's diaphragm in an ambitious hilt-first swipe graciously fueled by a sudden burst of adrenaline.
It was only when she stepped on the foot that had just come in contact with Aisha's sword that she noticed a chunk of her sole had been scraped off. This made her slip further forward on the grass and shifted her aim lower on Aisha's abdomen. Hoping to mitigate the literal slip-up, Iris quickly moved to change her stance, hoping to get a proper grip on the terrain below and move further behind the agile warrior.
