Elide
Aisha's jab is more-or-less easily diverted, and Elide feels a hint of satisfaction at her ploy working. Even if it's only for half a second, seconds matter in the heat of battle, don't they? Her gaze narrows back at Aisha's, a pointed attempt to fire a silent shot back at her. Taunts and teases aren't the only way to ignite a person. Now that the prod has been made, anyway.
If she can get a sturdy move in against the Shield, she might be able to further coax Aisha's embers into a roaring fire.
Which, she's actually interested to see, all things considered. Although... she does have to wonder about her own safety if the swordmaster's temper really does reach any sort of limit. Eeesh, Elide does not like the mental image that comes up. Thinking too far ahead, indeed.
She almost doesn't expect it when Aisha cools and steps back to let Elide make the next move. The lull of a proper spar is still something to get used to, the ins and outs of maneuvers, the recovery from mistakes or hits. Elide fully expects to continue until one of them cannot anymore.
So she surges forth with vigor, a proper comeback from the reverberations of Aisha's 'slap on the wrist'. However, she stops the forward strike aiming for Aisha's chest in favor of a premeditated swipe at her undefended leg in a lightning-fast motion. This is a bait, however; a small, ambitious plan in motion.
If she can get a sturdy move in against the Shield, she might be able to further coax Aisha's embers into a roaring fire.
Which, she's actually interested to see, all things considered. Although... she does have to wonder about her own safety if the swordmaster's temper really does reach any sort of limit. Eeesh, Elide does not like the mental image that comes up. Thinking too far ahead, indeed.
She almost doesn't expect it when Aisha cools and steps back to let Elide make the next move. The lull of a proper spar is still something to get used to, the ins and outs of maneuvers, the recovery from mistakes or hits. Elide fully expects to continue until one of them cannot anymore.
So she surges forth with vigor, a proper comeback from the reverberations of Aisha's 'slap on the wrist'. However, she stops the forward strike aiming for Aisha's chest in favor of a premeditated swipe at her undefended leg in a lightning-fast motion. This is a bait, however; a small, ambitious plan in motion.
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
