[FTD: 2 / Round 1] Laurani Perisent vs Raknar

**Ran Iji** · 01-10-2012, 03:43 PM

Laurani Perisent

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Name: Laurani Perisent
Age: 24
Race: Human
Occupation: Blacksmith, Warrior
Height: 6'0"
Hair: Orange, and usually tied up in a ponytail in battle.
Unusual features: Her eyes glow on the rarest of occasions with a deep blue light, the color of Serenity. Usually, this is when she has encountered the most challenging of foes.
Eyes: Blue
Outfit: Laurani

Character Biography:

Laurani was once a part of a family torn apart by war. Her parents built a church in a small town, and died in an attack, leaving her with her older brother and baby sister. Her life was a lonely one, even so. Her brother was always distant, and her sister...well, had her own problems. Laurani did her best to keep them together, and make a small living with making cloth.

By the time she was nineteen, she had started to become very skilled at her craft. She always made the most beautiful things...and had the keenest eye for detail. One day, while she was out hunting for a specific plant for her dye, she saw the smoke from the village. She rushed back, skirts in hand so she didn't trip at the full run. By the time she got there, it was over. No signs of anyone...she watched as the dragons flew away, and she screamed in anger. They had taken her brother, and her sister...she had nothing left.

Eventually, after wandering for weeks, she came to the ocean. She snuck aboard a ship, leaving the land that held too many memories. And she snuck into the town on the other side, into a blacksmith's shop. The man who came to open up in the morning was a bit surprised to find a door ripped from its hinges like it was, but went in to find Laurani there, trying to pound a lump of metal into a blade. She was failing miserably, and her hands were burned.

For five years, she stayed with the man. He taught her the art of smithing, and she in turn helped in the shop for her room and board. She trained herself every day in swordplay, and at fighting in armor. Because the next time a dragon showed up...she would be ready for it.

The smith presented her with a parting gift when she headed out. A cape, magically warded to protect her in battle. She thanked him again and again, leaving. Wearing her life's work, designed to protect her in the harshest of battles, while still having an allure and freedom for movement. Wielding her soul's fury, twin hand-and-a-half blades made from the best metals she could find. For she would get her revenge upon the demons who took her life away. To be a Dragonslayer - that was her purpose, now. And her secret would die with her in battle.

Abilities and Weapons:

Laurani has an unusual strength for someone of her size and stature, allowing her to do many feats that would astound normal men. Kicking someone across a room and through a wall, carrying four people on her back at a run...these are common feats for Laurani.

Her armor is built to deflect blows well, and protect from most of the elements. Her cape is enchanted, allowing her to deflect some magic from behind. Finally, her swords...razor-sharp, and crafted to only get sharper as they're used. Forged partially with the remnants of a star, they can cleave through metaphysical things such as fireballs or bat away magical projectiles, should she need it. She is prepared to kill dragons, and that's what she will do. It seems the only thing she's unprepared for is a massive physical impact - but, hopefully, she's quick enough.

vs

Raknar

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**Modulation** · 01-10-2012, 08:44 PM

Does this trail lead back home? Laurani was thinking to herself as she walked along, hair blowing in the breeze. Long, orange locks, which flowed down her back whenever the wind died down. Her cape fluttered as well, a deep red. Her armor clanked slightly, but had a sheen that suggested that it was well-cared for. And her broadswords were strapped to her hips. All in all, a warrior of a woman.

Rain was coming soon - she felt it in the air. It'd be best to find somewhere to take shelter...

...and there wasn't anything like that out in this field. Laurani was following the footpath, and the clouds were getting darker. The flowers sure looked nice, though. But what was she doing in the middle of nowhere, anyway? The last she could remember, she was tracking down a meal. For that matter, where was her bow? Could've sworn it was in her hands. And her quiver was missing, too.

Good grief...I can't be dreaming. This is too real. Her equipment had weight, and her swords definitely felt right. So that left something else. Portal? Was she spirited away? It didn't feel like it, though there was a better spring in her step than before. And though she hadn't slept in two days, her body was energized. Something was going on. But what?

Only time would tell. Trodding along, something occurred to her, though. Maybe if she was brought here, it was for a reason. And, if so, she was wasting her energy walking. Hrm...well, might as well fix that.

Now she sat, and waited. If this was so important, it would come to her. Pulling a whetstone from a pouch, Laurani began to sharpen her blades. Her hunting knife was still on the back of her belt, so she felt a little relieved. It was one of the things left from her brother. And it was more important to her than anything she could make by her own hand. It'd been a long time since she'd used it, though...

**CrabBattle** · 01-12-2012, 08:39 AM

It was cold. There was no denying that. The chill from the oncoming storm seeped into Raknar's bones, thrashing against the fire that quietly smoldered within his chest, a deep burning inside him that urged him forward. Stepping forward into the field he followed the commands of his new masters, seeking the only thing he could that could quiet the blazing inferno that lurked within. Raknar sought, above all else, fresh blood. This is where he would find it.

Heavy boots crushed flowers under his steps as he bulwark of a man stomped his way through the field, dragging his weapon along his side, holding a tight grip on the handle with both hands as he grudged his way through the field. It wasn't long at all before he spotted a silhouette standing in his field, knowing this was his target. His hands tightened, his bronze gauntlet creaking as he tightened his grip, his teeth gritting as he prepared for what was to come. In a short time the match would begin, and this field would serve as their arena.

Once within a hundred yards Raknar would pause, lifting his heavy blade with both hands and hauling into place as he took a stance, hands held low with blade pointed upwards and out. Pulling the daiklave close he would brace the weapon against his body, locking into a solid stance as he held the weapon tight. With his weapon in place, and a scowl below his helm he would march forward across the field, making a beeline towards his objective.

His pace was solid and slow, stomping forward with collected purpose, but his pace would gradually begin to quicken, each step shorter then the last. Building momentum as he crashed his way through the field he would soon find himself rushing forward, his entire body accelerating as he charged forward, his greaves crashing together in a cacophony of sound as he came careening towards the young woman who had done nothing more to provoke his assault then exist. Perhaps it was by unfortunate circumstance that the woman was here, perhaps by fate, or even by the orchestration of darker forces, but none of that mattered as the monstrous man came crashing towards her. All that mattered now was the blood to be had on this day.

**Modulation** · 01-12-2012, 01:25 PM

Stopping for a moment, she heard something. The thudding of something heavy. Looking over her shoulder, Laurani saw what was making the noise. It was a rather large man, and...well-muscled. Yeah, the reason for being there had come to her, just as she had anticipated. Putting the whetstone back, she took a moment to tie her hair back with a small black ribbon...into a ponytail. She picked up her blades now, spinning them in her hands as she began charging right back at the guy wielding what appeared to be a makeshift sword. It was long, though, and she had no doubt that it could be put to use. He wasn't very far - so she compensated for the force with a double-spin and a jump, bringing both blades down to meet the force of his own. She would not call upon her inner strength yet - first, she had to assess this beast that was sent to kill her.

**Ran Iji** · 01-14-2012, 02:48 PM

Off topic:
The forty-eight hour allowance for a post has been breached by CrabBattle; however, his opponent is being graceful in allowing an extension given that the tournament is still relatively fresh.

**CrabBattle** · 01-14-2012, 05:02 PM

As the the woman tied her hair into a ponytail, Rankar's eyes locked on his opponent. Gritting his teeth he would continue to press the charge, giving her enough time to take her blades and make a few acrobatic maneuvers towards his direction. Still rushing forward Raknar would lift his blade, pulling the sharpened steel blade over his shoulder past his head before pulling back with his bottom hand against the bottom of the blade's handle and pushing forward with his top hand against the grip, swinging the blade forward and towards the acrobat in one mighty stroke.

Suddenly the clang of metal sounded through the air as two blades came down to meet his own in an attempt to block. The maneuvers the acrobat had pulled were apparently to generate enough force to simulate the full charge of a two hundred and fourty pound beast of a man, though naturally Raknar would not even think on this. All that would occur to him is that contact had been made, had it been a block or not.

Suddenly, by trained instinct, Raknar's heels would dig into the ground. Raknar's left hand would leave it's position at the handle and grab the dull side of his blade, the side facing Raknar. With a grunt he would suddenly push forward full force, exerting his entire body and the force of the charge against his opponent to push them backwards and hopefully knock them down. If successful the acrobat would be caught off guard by the sudden burst of strength and having already put herself off balance in order to charge back at Raknar, he would ill equipped to deal with the sudden force pushing her in the opposite direction. Successful or not, Raknar would stand over her, readjusting his grip on his blade as he prepared for a full battle.

**Modulation** · 01-15-2012, 10:54 PM

Indeed, she was caught off guard - but she quickly compensated for it. Going with the force of the blow, Laurani continued momentum by turning it into a backflip. Her blades where they were, they tore gouges into the field before she pulled them out, steadying herself. That was more force than she'd bargained for. Swinging her blades to get the dirt off of them, she readied herself for his next move. The first sprinkles of rain were just beginning to come down...

Her hands were tingling slightly from the force of the impact, but that only thrilled her now. "That's a good blade there...it's a bit crude, though. I don't think it'll stand up to mine." If he kept making attacks like that, his sword would snap. It wasn't the quality of steel that her blades were made out of...nor alloyed. And she had her strategy, now - his armor wasn't even steel, at that. He had some nerve, battling her with such shoddy equipment.

"I've killed dragons that were stronger than that. What makes you think you can do better?"

**CrabBattle** · 01-16-2012, 05:38 AM

The gladiator stood his ground, regaining his locked position as his opponent escaped. She was a nimble one, especially considering the heavy armor that encased her body. Regardless Raknar had fought her type before, and even the most lithe and acrobatic of opponents could not withstand the brute strength and wrath of his blows nor could they escape a cold hand around their throat, their lives slowly squeezed out of them. In combat victory could only be attained by he who is ruthless and determined to kill, with no thought towards personal self. This battle was no different and was to end with the crushing defeat of the opponent as he pounds away until nothing is left, or to end in his own bitter death. Regardless of the outcome, only the battle was of import, and it was only the battle that remained in his mind.

With only the briefest of moments to right and steady himself, Raknar would be upon her, giving the woman no quarter. Now was not the time for words, it was time for the crushing of blades and flowing of blood. His grieves would creak and moan as his boots pounded hard against the ground, his body surging forward as his teeth grit tight together, lifting his blade and crashing full force towards his opponent.

Within moments he would be upon her, bringing his blade into position. Should she remain in place he would assault her, bursting towards her while bringing his blade down in a vertical slash. His left arm would pull back hard as his right pushed forward, forcing his entire body into the blow as he brought his full force to bare. Raknar was not here to play games. This was not an attack that was meant to injure or test an opponent, this was not an attack meant to scare or weaken. Within this single strike was the full force and will to kill, to forcefully beat the opponent down into complete submission.

Raknar grit his teeth harder, an angry scowl covered by his helm. He would brace himself as his sword came smashing down upon her, readying him for the crash of steel and a violent follow through. Even should the woman attempt to block the blow, it would be her strength against his, forcing her to more then match his strength to keep the blow from punching through and breaking her guard. Raknar was determined for the blow to go through, to put the opponent in her place, to crush her as he had crushed hundreds upon hundreds before her.

**Modulation** · 01-16-2012, 09:46 PM

An overhand blow. One of the many moves which could end a fight, but it involved a great deal of risk. Number one, your opponent could be faster than you, and simply dodge, sending you off-balance. Or they could be stronger than you, leaving your attack to waste. Three...they could be crazier than you.

Laurani, personally, was the third type.

Doing a quick spin counterclockwise, she leaned her head forward and to the side as she blocked with her left blade. Her eyes were glowing a deep blue, and her strength forced the blow aside into smashing into her pauldron instead, horribly denting it. Laurani wasn't done, however - she had dropped her right blade in the ground. Slightly crouched, and using his extra height against him, she roared, stabbing her hunting knife under his arms and slightly upward, to where his whole torso was unexposed. At this level, she was likely to puncture at least one of his vital organs.

Yes, Laurani was crazy enough to get up-close and personal to get in a decisive blow. And with him entirely focused on his current attack, he wouldn't be able to get away without getting pierced. In fact...his own momentum worked entirely against him, here.

**CrabBattle** · 01-17-2012, 12:44 PM

The massive blade would come crashing down, smashing into the girl's shoulder and cleaving it's way into her pauldron, leaving a large dent. It would seem that the girl had managed to somewhat deflect the attack and alter it's course, leaving the blade to hack it's way into her shoulder as opposed to the woman's head. To some this might seem as though this would possibly disappoint Raknar. However this was not the case, far from it in fact. The attack had gone just as intended. The force of the blow would impact with her shoulder, the metal plating protecting her limb from being violently hacked off, with a heap of force surging downward and into her shoulder. Though the metal plating would serve to take a minor part of the blow, a massive amount of force would punch through and continue directly into her bones. This would likely cause her bones to snap or shatter, or at the very least dislocate her shoulder. Regardless the outcome would create a significant problem for the girl as she would find it nearly impossible to properly wield her weapon, and the injury would cause an intense amount of dehabilitating pain.

Still, it seemed the girl was not going to go down without a fight. As the blow landed she would proceed to push her other weapon into the ground and reach behind her, appearing to grab at something on her person. However what she may not have realized is that Raknar, like any skilled combatant, knew to keep his eyes on his opponent in order to watch for when and where they will strike. Thus he would watch as she would reliquish her weapon and reach for something else. Unsure of what she was about to do, Raknar readied himself for a new threat, allowing his weapon to slide off the girl's shoulder, it's tip landing in the ground to her side. From there he would keep a calm grip with his right hand to keep his blade aloft as his left hand lifted it's hold. Moving his left arm closer to his chest and left side, the side from which an attack would be delivered, he prepared to defend himself.

Needless to say that his combat instincts were proven correct as the woman pulled out a knife, crouching down and lunging forward as she extended her arm out and around in an attempt to stab him from the side. Having anticipated an attack, Raknar's responce was quick and well delivered. He would position his hand up and to his side, and as the woman's arm moved inwards he would snap his arm down, attempting to grab the woman's arm and clamp down tight, his taloned fingers fixing a tight hold against the limb. From there he would simply continue pushing straight down, pushing his full strength into the manuver and utalizing the leverage from his position. Due to both his and his opponent's positions, with Raknar standing tall the the girl crouching down in front of him, Raknar would easily be able to push his full strength downwards, while the girl would have difficulty utalizing her strength in order to continue pushing up and sideways towards his side. Due to this the attack would be pushed down, altering it's course.

Still, this woman was a strange one, and she possessed an otherwordly strength that was rarely seen. Therefor it would be possible that she could continue the stab despite Raknar's grip, however due to the attack being pushed downward she would end up stabbing sideways into Raknar's upper thigh. This would prove to be a far less vital area, and she would find it also encased in the bronze armor of Raknar's grieves. Thus in all likelyhood, even if the blow still managed to pierce the grieves armor, it would still result in a blow that was far less potent then the woman might have hoped.

Through all of this, the woman had not honestly accomplished much of anything except putting herself in a dangerous and vulernable position. She was still crouching in front of Raknar, all movement stopped by Raknar's tight grip and her own attempted assault, with her other arm wounded and in too awkward a position to properly launch any sort of proper attack. In reality she was at Raknar's mercy, and he was just the type of brutal fighter to take complete advantage of this. Gripping her arm hard he would tug her arm backwards towards himself, using her weight to assist his balance as he moved his weight onto his left leg. Lifting his right foot backwards and up slightly he would suddenly launch his knee forward and towards the girl's face. With nowhere to go and no real chance of escape the metal plated knee would almost surely connect, likely smashing directly into her nose or crashing into her chin. Either way this would not feel very pleasant for the recipient.

Just as quickly as Raknar had snapped his knee up, he would snap his leg back down, regaining a proper stance. He knew better then to give his opponent a proper opening by leaving himself vulnerable. As he regained his stance, still gripping the woman's arm and squeezing ever so tight, he would steel himself for whatever was to come. The woman proved she was nothing if not resourceful, but they would have to see how much more brutal punishment she could take before her resolve eventually wears out.

**Modulation** · 01-18-2012, 04:41 PM

Gotcha. As he yanked her arm down, she grinned. He'd fallen for it - and combined with his strength, she stabbed it down and in with the force she could muster. It punctured the bronze plate, going at his inner thigh. He had made a mistake. Laurani had seen many men over the years bleed out from seemingly harmless wounds in her village, and a wound like this had almost taken her brother's life. Had there not been a magical healer on the scene.

The blade traveled in, nicking bone. More importantly, however, it nicked the femoral artery. Along with tearing muscle, it meant that he'd bleed out pretty soon. However, that wasn't her problem. As he yanked, Laurani let go of the knife. Yanking her head up in time, she minimized the damage from the knee to the chin - but it still hurt like a bitch, and chipped a few teeth. Pain - pure pain. From her arm, and this.

Now it was her turn - with a great burst of strength, Laurani yanked her arm back. Jumping into the air helped that, and she snapped both legs out at his chest, getting a little distance and landing hard on her back. Taking hold of her remaining sword with her good hand, she prepared for the last stand. Lights were dancing a bit in her vision from the sheer force of the kick, but she had enough sense to start scooting back with her feet.

**CrabBattle** · 01-19-2012, 05:19 AM

Beastmaster's Spirit - Stage 3 - Provoked: Raknar has started to feel a more real presence as his spirit animal becomes more fully awake. His strength improves to a fair degree, and his speed increases slightly. Wounds still sting but seem to have less effect as he starts to not notice scrapes and small cuts. Raknar feels a twinge of excitement with each blow dealt and wound delivered. Cause: Opponent has suffered minor bleeding injuries, one intermediate to major wound, Raknar has suffered one intermediate wound, bleeding is notable but not profuse.

Raknar has an intimate relationship to pain, injury, and blood. Rather then simply witnessing accounts of various wounds, Raknar's scarred body had endured them for years, his entire life in fact. That is what it meant to be a gladiator, a warrior of blood sport, to be wounded and to wound in return. Thus the sudden stabbing of pain did not surprise the warrior, nor did he recoil from pain's bitter sting. Glancing down he realized that the woman had, in fact, struggled with all of her might to push her weapon through the metal plate guarding his thigh, pushing with all of her strength in a desperate attempt to pierce it. What she did not realize is the futility of her efforts.

Given how difficult it is to piece a metal plate with a simple knife, it would have taken all of the girl's supernatural strength just to accomplish this feat. Should she really drive and wedge the knife forward she could attempt to pierce the hardened muscle mass within his leg, causing bleeding, intense pain, and some muscle damage. To push any further would take more time, wedging the knife back and forth to push it deeper into his leg. If she should attempt to do so, this would require more strength to push through more muscle mass before finally getting to the bone. Once there she could possibly nick the bone if she was extremely lucky and applied all the strength she could possibly muster. The condensed bone mass would be as difficult to pierce as a second metal plate with only the tip of the knife pressing against it, while the rest of the blade was stuck in the gladiator's armor and muscles.

Likewise, though this would cause some damage to his leg, this was not a fatal wound. Nasty, but far from fatal. This would be due to the impossibility of actually nicking the femoral artery. Though the artery is far larger then a regular vein, it is still very small compared to the entire mass of the thigh and thus difficult to pinpoint. Likewise, even if she did know the exact location of his femoral artery, she was in no position to be aiming. It would require all her strength to even pierce the armored plate, and she was doing this in a very quick attack while spinning her body. This wouldn't lend its self to precise aim at a blood vessel. On top of all of this, there was the last, and most important factor to consider. The femoral artery is on the inside of the upper thigh, not the outside. It is also blocked by a rather strong bone. If the woman had been stabbing from the inside of the leg, actually aiming for that spot, rather then the outside of the leg where she had originally been attempting to stab his side, she may have been able to have reached the artery with the tip of her blade and nicked it. Given the circumstances however this would not the the case.

Back in the gladiator's mind, there was no thought to what was hit or nicked or even damaged by the wound she had caused. There was only a sudden rushing of pain, the trickling of blood as it flowed down his leg, and he would greet these old friends with a grin. Finally this battle was getting exciting! His nostrils flared at the fresh smell of blood, sensation flicking across his skin as a deep fervor would awaken inside him, urging him forward.

The girl ripped at his grip, pulling her arm away and leaving the knife wedged in a mess of mangled metal and muscle mass. Raknar didn't really care, allowing the girl to pull free as she suddenly jumped into the air, propelling her body up and backwards. Once in midair the girl would pull her legs in and attempt to kick Raknar in the chest with both feet.. and little power, considering the awkward nature of jumping up with both legs and kicking forward with both legs again. Raknar snapped his right leg back, bracing himself as two feet punched into his chest, taking the blow and grinding his heels into the ground as he's pushed back in the mud. Gritting his teeth his grin would grow wider, as he noted the distance she had put between them. Silently he pulled his sword back into position, gripping tight with both hands, once more taking a solid stance.

As though the woman had not put herself into a bad position before, she had found a way to make herself even more vulnerable. Now she was on her back only feet away with a broken shoulder, attempting to use a single bastard sword to defend herself from a prone position. Raknar couldn't have asked for a better position if he could even think of one. Carefully he walked around her, continuing to face her as he circled around to her left side, watching her and waiting for her to attempt to roll away or spin-kick up or some other needlessly complicated maneuver that she was sure to pull. If she did, she would leave herself open while getting up from the ground, and he would be upon her in a flash, bringing his blade down to punish her for her mistake.

However should she remain on the ground as she was now, he would simply continue to circle her, moving around her left side before finally approaching from her left shoulder. This angle would reduce any defense she could possibly muster. From there he would move forward and strike downwards towards her shoulder and torso, swinging the heavy blade with significant force. Without the ability to properly swing from a prone position there would be little the woman could do. She had trapped herself, and now the predator would tear his fresh prey apart, limb from limb. This was sure to be entertaining.

**Ran Iji** · 01-19-2012, 02:33 PM

Closed for per judge request.

**Ran Iji** · 01-19-2012, 07:27 PM

Originally Posted by Ruckus

So here's what I've found, essentially.
The sequence of events extends back four posts, which can be separated into four distinct actions:

1.) A stab with the knife beneath the arm,
2.) a redirection of this strike into the "upper thigh" on Raknar's part,
3.) a clarification of "upper" to "upper inner" thigh on the part of, uh, Laurani, when she nicks the femoral artery,
4.) . . . Raknar's ensuing post, where he essentially ignores the wound and goes for the closer on Laurani.

It's tricky territory because, on the one hand, Laurani (Six-Stringed Samurai) isn't technically violating any of Raknar's post by moving her strike to the inner thigh, and it does seem slightly more likely than the outer thigh alternative, which would require a particularly awkward motion. I think I give her the inner thigh strike because it's not expressly in opposition to any movement of Raknar's character.

In addition, Laurani expressly specifies that she uses the momentum of Raknar's redirection to combine with her own "otherwordly" strength to pierce through the bronze armor and get to Raknar's inner thigh. This is, by no means, a clean cut, since it's improvised and tenuously directed by two parties, but I think it gets through.

Here's my reasoning; empirically, steel-forged weapons have dented, rather than penetrated bronze armors, but these empirical studies could not, of course, have taken into account the strengths of two "otherwordly" combatants; apparently, Laurani's weapons have also been "forged with the partial remnants of stars" (whatever that means.), so they're clearly not "just steel" daggers and are, in their own right, extra-ordinary (here used in a literal, not a hyperbolic, sense) implements.

In hurricanes, it has been noted that small and ordinary objects, like blades of grass, can penetrate objects of much greater density and hardness than they otherwise would have been able to; I apply the same logic to this superhuman force being plied against what seem to be ordinary bronze grieves.

Does this seem reasonable?
If yes, then it seems like the logical outcome would be as follows:

Raknar's leg is savaged, although he brings up a very good point about the relative size of the femoral artery comparative even to the size of the inner thigh; given that the strike, and the position of the strike, is in constant question and redirected by both combatants, it seems unrealistic to expect that Laurani would manage to unerringly nick the femoral artery, although I grant striking bone and a great degree of muscle/tissue damage. Laurani still suffers her broken shoulder and lies prone on the ground, defending, at the end of Raknar's last post.

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And, with that, the timer for the next post starts at the time of this judgment.

**Modulation** · 01-19-2012, 10:52 PM

This wasn't good at all. Even with his leg in the shape it was, he still seemed to be advancing. He shouldn't even be standing on it, at this rate - but then again, this man wasn't normal in the slightest. Most likely, he was a berserker. And this bode ill for her. She did have enough time, however, so she let go of the sword at her side and snapped her arm back into place. Grimacing with pain, but not letting herself give in.

In her position, as he came around the left side, Laurani calculated her next move and went for it. She waited as he approached from her shoulder. When he swung down, she rolled towards him slightly, putting all her force into grabbing the blade with her right hand. Sparks flew as it hit against her gauntlet, and the sheer force tore some of the tight-knit ringmail - however, her gambit paid off. She now had a hold on his blade.

Kicking, she found purchase, and lifted herself up on her shaky left arm. Her shoulder still hurt like a bitch, but she was regaining use. She was in a crouch, now, and holding onto the blade with both hands.

The rain was coming down, now. Muddied, she didn't look as glorious as she had before.

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