Darkeye
Nine strikes
Darkeye can not help grinning Wessex remembers something of the Amazons from his world. Fighting for the sisterhood. This is the language where there is no misunderstanding. He agrees to the training with a curt nod and puts away his books and everything useless. He takes his black metal spear in his left hand and his axe in his right. He also makes a few swings and thrusts. It will do him good after a month without training. He is sure he has no chance against Wessex. If she wanted him dead, he would be already.
Darkeye thinks about taking it easy for now and gives the sign that he's ready. He had not expected this attack, but he had made Wessex angry and now he had to pay for it. He rams his spear into the ground with all his might and presses his leg against the spear and ducks down at the same time. He tries to push the upper part of his spear outward, not by force but by the angle of the blade. The axe on the right side is aimed at her hand, which can't pull itself further towards his face.
Darkeye thinks about taking it easy for now and gives the sign that he's ready. He had not expected this attack, but he had made Wessex angry and now he had to pay for it. He rams his spear into the ground with all his might and presses his leg against the spear and ducks down at the same time. He tries to push the upper part of his spear outward, not by force but by the angle of the blade. The axe on the right side is aimed at her hand, which can't pull itself further towards his face.
each for one sin
