[Those who regard the state of practice weapons and armor would treat them both with care, but Sephiroth was never trained for delicacy, even outside of the training room. Masamune’s metal, striking clean against the guard of Dimitri’s arm, isn’t given a second thought — even as it hangs loose and partly disconnected as a result. Armor is made to be struck; his own pauldrons are scored with proof of the same.
Dimitri twists and sends the spear’s grip into his side, a blow that Sephiroth takes to gauge just how much it jostles his frame. The answer is… surprisingly more than he expected. His opponent’s frame belies his strength, and he is set back a few inches in a skid. If bruising forms, it will be negligible; for now, his right hand does come down to grip at the haft tightly, followed by a twist to disarm if the other is not careful.
All-in-all, it is very by the book thus far, but Sephiroth does not mind starting steady before giving anyone a good push.]
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Dimitri twists and sends the spear’s grip into his side, a blow that Sephiroth takes to gauge just how much it jostles his frame. The answer is… surprisingly more than he expected. His opponent’s frame belies his strength, and he is set back a few inches in a skid. If bruising forms, it will be negligible; for now, his right hand does come down to grip at the haft tightly, followed by a twist to disarm if the other is not careful.
All-in-all, it is very by the book thus far, but Sephiroth does not mind starting steady before giving anyone a good push.]
You’re strong. [-he says, mid-movement.]