"That's better." Maicyn edges forward, extending her sword a little but drawing it back before it reaches Azril.
He attempts to charge her, swinging his sword low and clumsily at her legs.
She bats his sword aside with her own and moves in close, tapping his stomach with the edge of her blade. "If you're going to attack, be swift and decisive."
He attempts to charge her, swinging his sword low and clumsily at her legs.
She bats his sword aside with her own and moves in close, tapping his stomach with the edge of her blade. "If you're going to attack, be swift and decisive."
He takes a step back, trying to readjust his grip on the sword. "Like. . . this?" he says as he jumps forward, swinging an overhead strike toward her left shoulder.
She bats his sword aside with her own and moves in close, tapping his stomach with the edge of her blade. "If you're going to attack, be swift and decisive."
He takes a step back, trying to readjust his grip on the sword. "Like. . . this?" he says as he jumps forward, swinging an overhead strike toward her left shoulder.
"Good," says Maicyn, as she blocks his strike with her shield and slaps the side of his ribs with the flat of her blade, "but be aware of your openings. You don't want to leave me with opportunities like that."
He takes a step back, trying to readjust his grip on the sword. "Like. . . this?" he says as he jumps forward, swinging an overhead strike toward her left shoulder.
"Good," says Maicyn, as she blocks his strike with her shield and slaps the side of his ribs with the flat of her blade, "but be aware of your openings. You don't want to leave me with opportunities like that."
"Right, right. . ." He gasps for breath and steps back again. He adjusts his grasp on the shield so that it hovers in front of his ribcage. He bounces forward again and jabs forward with the sword at Maicyn's torso.
"Good," says Maicyn, as she blocks his strike with her shield and slaps the side of his ribs with the flat of her blade, "but be aware of your openings. You don't want to leave me with opportunities like that."
"Right, right. . ." He gasps for breath and steps back again. He adjusts his grasp on the shield so that it hovers in front of his ribcage. He bounces forward again and jabs forward with the sword at Maicyn's torso.
Maicyn steps to her left and catches his blade on her shield. "Good." Stepping a little further, she attempts a swing at his head, made slightly awkward by the angle.
"Right, right. . ." He gasps for breath and steps back again. He adjusts his grasp on the shield so that it hovers in front of his ribcage. He bounces forward again and jabs forward with the sword at Maicyn's torso.
Maicyn steps to her left and catches his blade on her shield. "Good." Stepping a little further, she attempts a swing at his head, made slightly awkward by the angle.
He sees the blow coming and ducks his head clumsily, voicing a startled yelp.
Maicyn steps to her left and catches his blade on her shield. "Good." Stepping a little further, she attempts a swing at his head, made slightly awkward by the angle.
He sees the blow coming and ducks his head clumsily, voicing a startled yelp.
With her shield on her left and in front and her sword above her head pointed left, Maicyn is left open on her right side.
With her shield on her left and in front and her sword above her head pointed left, Maicyn is left open on her right side.
From the sidelines Robin barks once, as if ordering Azril to do something. Azril sees the opening and swings his sword to her right side.
Maicyn, seeing the opening, tries to move aside in time, but is too slow and the flat of Azril's blade catches her on the ribs. "Nice one," she says, retreating out of his reach. "One more bout?"
From the sidelines Robin barks once, as if ordering Azril to do something. Azril sees the opening and swings his sword to her right side.
Maicyn, seeing the opening, tries to move aside in time, but is too slow and the flat of Azril's blade catches her on the ribs. "Nice one," she says, retreating out of his reach. "One more bout?"
For a couple of seconds it seems as if Azril hadn't heard Maicyn; he had been so astonished that he'd managed to land a blow that he could do nothing but blink and stare at his sword, as if in a daze. Before she can speak again, however, he finally shakes his head and looks at her again. "S-- sure!" he agrees.
Maicyn, seeing the opening, tries to move aside in time, but is too slow and the flat of Azril's blade catches her on the ribs. "Nice one," she says, retreating out of his reach. "One more bout?"
For a couple of seconds it seems as if Azril hadn't heard Maicyn; he had been so astonished that he'd managed to land a blow that he could do nothing but blink and stare at his sword, as if in a daze. Before she can speak again, however, he finally shakes his head and looks at her again. "S-- sure!" he agrees.
This time, Maicyn begins by slowly circling Azril, not yet attacking.
For a couple of seconds it seems as if Azril hadn't heard Maicyn; he had been so astonished that he'd managed to land a blow that he could do nothing but blink and stare at his sword, as if in a daze. Before she can speak again, however, he finally shakes his head and looks at her again. "S-- sure!" he agrees.
This time, Maicyn begins by slowly circling Azril, not yet attacking.
Azril slowly begins to square
He warily moves in a half-circle opposite her, waiting for her to make the first move. His shield hovers protectively in front of his torso, but the tip of his sword wobbles and begins to dip downward.
This time, Maicyn begins by slowly circling Azril, not yet attacking.
Azril slowly begins to square
He warily moves in a half-circle opposite her, waiting for her to make the first move. His shield hovers protectively in front of his torso, but the tip of his sword wobbles and begins to dip downward.
Still circling, Maicyn takes a small step forward, not quite within range, and taps at Azril's blade with her own.
He warily moves in a half-circle opposite her, waiting for her to make the first move. His shield hovers protectively in front of his torso, but the tip of his sword wobbles and begins to dip downward.
Still circling, Maicyn takes a small step forward, not quite within range, and taps at Azril's blade with her own.
He straightens his sword and holds it at a defensive position against the tap, slightly horizontal.
