could somebody check my pulse? it's been a minute since i've tasted blood. i forgot how good this was
Henry splutters as Oliver's staff comes out of ~nowhere~ and blocks his path again. He's cast backwards, nearly falling again from the force of Oliver's strength. His lips purse together on one side of his mouth, having initially thought himself the stronger opponent. However, he's not disappointed to find out he was wrong.
He gathers himself together, preparing for another attempt. He adjusts his grip on his weapon, eyeing Oliver with a raised brow, "You're uh.. pretty good at this, huh?"
With a heaving breath leaving him, he squares his stance and makes his next move. The branch swings against Oliver's arm - the one holding the staff, hoping to get him to drop it. If he does, then maybe Henry would have a better chance of hitting the thing at least once.
He gathers himself together, preparing for another attempt. He adjusts his grip on his weapon, eyeing Oliver with a raised brow, "You're uh.. pretty good at this, huh?"
With a heaving breath leaving him, he squares his stance and makes his next move. The branch swings against Oliver's arm - the one holding the staff, hoping to get him to drop it. If he does, then maybe Henry would have a better chance of hitting the thing at least once.
HENRY
