You have so much of everything but still you wanted more
Seren was rather pleased with herself up to this point. She had been moving well and remembering the stances and counters, and the spear felt light in her hand. If ever she decided to focus on any one weapon, this really might be the best choice for her.
As Deimos dodged and launched a counter of his own however, the sudden burst of speed from the deposed general clearly demonstrated the difference in their abilities. Before Seren even quite registered what he was doing, Deimos had moved to her side and swung the spear towards her back. She didn't have time to do more than register that she wouldn't be able to dodge this; then the wood connected with her spine and sent the girl sprawling, head first into the ground.
Her spear clattered away across the ground, and for a moment she was treated to the painful, disorienting sensation of drawing for breath only to find that the lungs had not shown up for work that day. When she finally was able to suck in a breath, it was with a rattling sort of cough that hurt almost as much as the landing had.
But... well. Seren was used to being knocked around. Before her eyes had cleared completely she was already crawling for her spear, arms and legs working to bring her back on her feet. It wasn't working as well as it should - nothing was - but her fingers still managed to reach the wooden haft. Grabbed it. And swung it blindly over herself, back to where she thought Deimos might be.
It didn't register until later that she had grabbed the bladed end of the weapon - something that would have cost her fingers if it had been sharpened.
As Deimos dodged and launched a counter of his own however, the sudden burst of speed from the deposed general clearly demonstrated the difference in their abilities. Before Seren even quite registered what he was doing, Deimos had moved to her side and swung the spear towards her back. She didn't have time to do more than register that she wouldn't be able to dodge this; then the wood connected with her spine and sent the girl sprawling, head first into the ground.
Her spear clattered away across the ground, and for a moment she was treated to the painful, disorienting sensation of drawing for breath only to find that the lungs had not shown up for work that day. When she finally was able to suck in a breath, it was with a rattling sort of cough that hurt almost as much as the landing had.
But... well. Seren was used to being knocked around. Before her eyes had cleared completely she was already crawling for her spear, arms and legs working to bring her back on her feet. It wasn't working as well as it should - nothing was - but her fingers still managed to reach the wooden haft. Grabbed it. And swung it blindly over herself, back to where she thought Deimos might be.
It didn't register until later that she had grabbed the bladed end of the weapon - something that would have cost her fingers if it had been sharpened.
Seren
