Sah
Sah rolled his eyes slightly at Tal's jab, "Probably." He'd been having too much magic focused training lately in his opinion. Not that he didn't love his magic, but it just felt off balance to not spend some time with his sword. This was a much-needed change of pace.
When his sword cut through Tal's shirt, the Abandoned felt a burst of satisfaction. Both at being able to land the hit and not cut skin, but also at Tal's own reaction time. The courier had truly improved. A fact that was made even more apparent as his next three attacks came. The first grazed Sah's hip, making a tear in his shirt.
The second attack is dodged with a simple shift in weight as Sah sidestepped it. But Tal's glaive had a longer reach than Sah was used to. And the blade's third attack not just lands but actually cuts a small slice in the skin just above his knee.
Sah hissed in mild pain as he stepped back, more annoyed than hurt. "Careful there, Errand Boy. Let's keep it a spar, shall we?" Without saying anything else or waiting for an apology, Sah went on the offense again. This time he aimed for Tal's glaive.
The Abandoned attempted to strike the base of the glaive as close to Tal's wrists as possible in a disarming maneuver. Not waiting to see if that succeeded, he'd twist and try to ram the butt of his sword into Tal's chest.
When his sword cut through Tal's shirt, the Abandoned felt a burst of satisfaction. Both at being able to land the hit and not cut skin, but also at Tal's own reaction time. The courier had truly improved. A fact that was made even more apparent as his next three attacks came. The first grazed Sah's hip, making a tear in his shirt.
The second attack is dodged with a simple shift in weight as Sah sidestepped it. But Tal's glaive had a longer reach than Sah was used to. And the blade's third attack not just lands but actually cuts a small slice in the skin just above his knee.
Sah hissed in mild pain as he stepped back, more annoyed than hurt. "Careful there, Errand Boy. Let's keep it a spar, shall we?" Without saying anything else or waiting for an apology, Sah went on the offense again. This time he aimed for Tal's glaive.
The Abandoned attempted to strike the base of the glaive as close to Tal's wrists as possible in a disarming maneuver. Not waiting to see if that succeeded, he'd twist and try to ram the butt of his sword into Tal's chest.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
