Aurelia
hear those bells ring deep in the soul
chiming away for a moment
chiming away for a moment
Aurelia's own mentor had taught her in much the same breadth as this; thieving moments of opportunity to use as teaching points. Always be ready, her swipe of the dagger seems to say. It's a cold reality that any moment could be the last. Her gaze flickers, processing, as the girl defends herself. Even though she's caught off-guard, she's successful in parrying the hit.
The daggers clash in a snarl of steel, bending beneath one another's pressure because - truly - they are not meant to be used as swords. They lack the heftiness that would serve well in a fight like this, blade-to-blade. Still, things like that don't matter in the heat of the moment. What matters is surviving, and doing whatever that takes.
Aurelia's lip curls instinctually as she whips herself backwards, not needing to be pushed but using the leverage for her own personal gain anyway.
"Pain is not weakness," she snaps to the earlier comment, "defend a hit, like that? You can lose a finger, a hand, and then what good would a blade do you? The fact you can't feel pain only makes fighting more dangerous for you..." she lets her words trail off, however. Lectures could take precedent all they wanted but words can be futile and warnings can go unheeded. It's the victories and the defeats that are remembered.
"Again. This time, block with your free hand, use your arm to block mine. Then you'll have a clear opening," she instructs with words that are steely and expectant, expectant to see her follow through and see the intelligence of this alternative.
Again, Aurelia swoops in for the strike. This time, it's from a different angle, aiming to slash across the girl's ribs rather than a more direct jab. This one might be harder to predict or block, coming from an angle that will demand quick and skillful movement if the girl wants to be successful. But Aurelia is expecting nothing less from the other woman - judging from moments prior. Plus, she should be ready for it this time.
The daggers clash in a snarl of steel, bending beneath one another's pressure because - truly - they are not meant to be used as swords. They lack the heftiness that would serve well in a fight like this, blade-to-blade. Still, things like that don't matter in the heat of the moment. What matters is surviving, and doing whatever that takes.
Aurelia's lip curls instinctually as she whips herself backwards, not needing to be pushed but using the leverage for her own personal gain anyway.
"Pain is not weakness," she snaps to the earlier comment, "defend a hit, like that? You can lose a finger, a hand, and then what good would a blade do you? The fact you can't feel pain only makes fighting more dangerous for you..." she lets her words trail off, however. Lectures could take precedent all they wanted but words can be futile and warnings can go unheeded. It's the victories and the defeats that are remembered.
"Again. This time, block with your free hand, use your arm to block mine. Then you'll have a clear opening," she instructs with words that are steely and expectant, expectant to see her follow through and see the intelligence of this alternative.
Again, Aurelia swoops in for the strike. This time, it's from a different angle, aiming to slash across the girl's ribs rather than a more direct jab. This one might be harder to predict or block, coming from an angle that will demand quick and skillful movement if the girl wants to be successful. But Aurelia is expecting nothing less from the other woman - judging from moments prior. Plus, she should be ready for it this time.
feel your breath course frankly below
see life as a worthy opponent
see life as a worthy opponent
