[Closed] April Catchall

[finesseblade]

Who: Felix + Various
When: Throughout April
Where: Throughout Aefenglom, and a little Dorchacht too
What: Quests, Events, and Shenanigans!
Warnings: Maybe a little blood, a little body horror, all kinds of fun stuff

If you'd like to plot something for this month please pm me or contact me at ruddyowls

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[finesseblade]

[ Her fighting style doesn't go unnoticed—Felix makes it a habit to observe his opponents in a duel, and she's no different. She fights with wild force, holding nothing back out of fear. He likes that. It makes him grin for half a second before he's back to focusing on where to put his feet. Far more interesting than any of the knights he's ever dueled.

There are brief moments here and there where he lands a hit with the flat of his blade, harmlessly grazing a shoulder or a hip, but for the most part, he's focused on staying on his feet, because when that lance hits, it hits hard—driving past his guard to strike him in the side, boots skidding on the polished floor as he skips one-two steps and stumbles with the force of the blow.

He wheezes, half-bent at the waist. ]

You don't pull your punches, do you?

[belligerentwarrior]

[Harmless flat or not, it still stings something fierce—no doubt it'll bruise. Fang wasn't as tough as she used to be, and it was lost on her whether that was the work of this world on a whole, or the particular type of Turnskin she was.]

Like hell.

[Fang settles into a wide stance, rolling her left to work out the smarting ache in her shoulder. Her lance hangs one-handed at the ready a little behind her.]

'sides, you seem like that type that'd get all huffy if I did. ["How bold of you to hold back against me," etc etc.] You always dance on your feet like that?

[The way he fought, all darting flashes of metal—it reminded her of Lightning, really. She swings her lance around into a two-handed grip; one end pointed at Felix, the other by her back shoulder in a high guard.]

[finesseblade]

[ Funny how she has him pegged so easily after only a handful of conversations. He blinks, head tilting slightly to one side, bemused. Is he really that obvious?

...Probably. He's never shy about his thoughts or his standards when it comes to a fight. ]

Of course. Better to stay on your toes in close quarters.

[ He steps back, bending at the knees and turning his upper body one way, then the other, just to make sure he still has his full range of movement. He thinks he'll bruise, but that's nothing new. ]

It keeps my opponent guessing, and keeps me out of harm's way. But I suppose, if you're relying on brute force...

[ He arches an eyebrow and darts in low, aiming for the space beneath her guard, the opposite hip from where he struck before. ]

That might not be your best strategy.