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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/31/2017 9:51:16 PM
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He kept hs shield between himself and her, silently awaiting her to make the first move.
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[i]Irina would initiate the first move, rearing the knife back, as she prodded with her sword's pointed end into the crusader's chest. With the position of the shield, the crusader could only push the blade aside, not block it entirely.[/i]
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He stepped back, batting the blade away with his shield and thrusting with his arming sword at her face. His sword was longer than her dagger, and gave suppior reach.
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[i]Immediately, Irina would like the sudden thrust towards her skull. It gave her more room to move around.. as she suddenly shifted her frame, the blade of the sword sliding past Irina's cheek.[/i] [i]Irina would then duck underneath the crusader's arm, before driving her dagger into the crusader's exposed armpit. She wouldn't let him bash away at her, even slice, immediately ripping the dagger out as she strafed away. A counter move.[/i]
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Unfortunately for her, movie cliches aren't real and thrusts aren't a magical auto pass against chainmail. The blow barely pierced, and hit what felt like a thick padded cloth underneath the armor. The knight jerked back and swung a well aimed slice at her midsection, to high to jump over and to low to duck beneath.
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[i]Well, thanks to the stiletto-like blade.. boop.[/i] [i]Irina would fall back now, having to back off for a few seconds. She twirled the now bloodied blade in her off hand, keeping her sword raised as something of a light guard.[/i]
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The crusader, stepped back and seemed more cautious now, keeping his sheild up and ready. Oddly, it wasn't blood that coated her blade, but a silvery liquid.
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[i]It seemed as if the crusader's opponent was now initiating her own defensive game, as she allowed him to come forth. A waiting game.[/i]
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He stepped forward and thrust his sword at her aroubd the shield, keeping himself guarded with it.
