His reach is short, far too short, and every now and again his attempts to push back her blade end with a faint cut upon his arm, bubbling up red. But he hardly notices it, too focused on the fight. Even the marks he makes, drawing up a curious color, aren't enough to make him pause.
It's her faltering that catches him, and this time he brings the knife in a wide cut upwards, a joyous cry to go with it.
"You're not used to this!" He laughs. "Let me guess! Dual-wielding?"
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Date: 2018-10-16 01:43 am (UTC)It's her faltering that catches him, and this time he brings the knife in a wide cut upwards, a joyous cry to go with it.
"You're not used to this!" He laughs. "Let me guess! Dual-wielding?"