Elide
Her opponent's sword sweeps around in a circular motion, veering her hit in a direction she had not intended for it to go. The advantage sought is perhaps never even gained, let alone lost. Elide gives a tilt of her head and pinch of her brow as if to silently say huh, okay.
She'd bury the trick away for later, if she runs into an opportunity to use it. Even if Elide steps back in anticipation of a strike, she doesn't quite expect what comes next. The flat of Aisha's sword slaps against her wrist. There's no pain that comes from it but, it is strong enough to loosen one of her hands' grips on her blade, to send her hands reeling back from the pressure.
In retaliation, she swings her sword out towards Aisha's feet in the hopes of forcing the other woman to move. However, it's lacking in power since she's recovering her grip as she does this. The maneuver Aisha pulled is still echoing through her, pulling her focus off-kilter.
But, maybe one of Aisha's weaknesses is that she has a temper... she seems passionate, quick, fierce. To test this, Elide does something quite out of character.
"What was that?" She has to force the taunt but, it helps that it's almost an earnest question, "a slap on the wrist?" She arches a brow.
She'd bury the trick away for later, if she runs into an opportunity to use it. Even if Elide steps back in anticipation of a strike, she doesn't quite expect what comes next. The flat of Aisha's sword slaps against her wrist. There's no pain that comes from it but, it is strong enough to loosen one of her hands' grips on her blade, to send her hands reeling back from the pressure.
In retaliation, she swings her sword out towards Aisha's feet in the hopes of forcing the other woman to move. However, it's lacking in power since she's recovering her grip as she does this. The maneuver Aisha pulled is still echoing through her, pulling her focus off-kilter.
But, maybe one of Aisha's weaknesses is that she has a temper... she seems passionate, quick, fierce. To test this, Elide does something quite out of character.
"What was that?" She has to force the taunt but, it helps that it's almost an earnest question, "a slap on the wrist?" She arches a brow.
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
