09-17-2015, 02:02 PM
Another flick of the man’s wrist and he speedily landed a two-point touch on her torso. The blade sliced through her skin and shed a warm rain of blood onto the ground as it trickled in chrome lines onto her shirt.
She evaded the following blow with her gained speed and was able to land a lighter slice on his arm. At first Trevor’s eyes held on her. “You’re holding back?” This ignited his rage, where he unleashed his skill and power full force.
In a frenzy of sleek sword movements, she barely managed to block and parry in time, she bit back with her own trade of refined techniques. Another hit cost two to her limbs.
It was the last of the fencing match. A point and she would be finished. Three to him and she would be the winner.
In this moment, it was all on the line.
A harsh strike caught Trevor off guard. A gash leaked through the fabric of his shoulder, coloring his gray shirt, now red. “It’s an inch deep.” He observed before shouting and letting his anger get the best of him. “DON’T YOU WANT A FAIR FIGHT!?”
His sword raised in a last vehement swipe.
Caira countered with the hilt of her own, as her sword twisted in the air, and she raised her foot in a swooping kick as by the sole of her boot, he fell to the ground. Coinciding this motion, the sword fell back into her hand and she dipped it next to his throat. A coldly composed and ferocious gaze fell on him. The chill of the steel touched his skin.
“Fair enough?”
They both briefly smirked and Caira offered him a hand up.
...
The steel touched her shoulder as the knighting ceremony of two-hundred commenced. The soldiers were motioned to rise in unison and a speech preceded of their official duty and allegiance sworn to the Kingdom. All spoke their names to this, signing the signature of their life as it hung on the line for Camelot.
As Caira rose from her kneeled position, one of service and nobility, she met eyes with a girl in the far corner of the scene. Blonde hair and blue eyes struck like sharp steel as they landed on Caira, with her interest piqued. A silent exchange was traded across the distance as of the grand room, from a ceremoniously new soldier, to Camelot’s newest recruit.
She evaded the following blow with her gained speed and was able to land a lighter slice on his arm. At first Trevor’s eyes held on her. “You’re holding back?” This ignited his rage, where he unleashed his skill and power full force.
In a frenzy of sleek sword movements, she barely managed to block and parry in time, she bit back with her own trade of refined techniques. Another hit cost two to her limbs.
It was the last of the fencing match. A point and she would be finished. Three to him and she would be the winner.
In this moment, it was all on the line.
A harsh strike caught Trevor off guard. A gash leaked through the fabric of his shoulder, coloring his gray shirt, now red. “It’s an inch deep.” He observed before shouting and letting his anger get the best of him. “DON’T YOU WANT A FAIR FIGHT!?”
His sword raised in a last vehement swipe.
Caira countered with the hilt of her own, as her sword twisted in the air, and she raised her foot in a swooping kick as by the sole of her boot, he fell to the ground. Coinciding this motion, the sword fell back into her hand and she dipped it next to his throat. A coldly composed and ferocious gaze fell on him. The chill of the steel touched his skin.
“Fair enough?”
They both briefly smirked and Caira offered him a hand up.
...
The steel touched her shoulder as the knighting ceremony of two-hundred commenced. The soldiers were motioned to rise in unison and a speech preceded of their official duty and allegiance sworn to the Kingdom. All spoke their names to this, signing the signature of their life as it hung on the line for Camelot.
As Caira rose from her kneeled position, one of service and nobility, she met eyes with a girl in the far corner of the scene. Blonde hair and blue eyes struck like sharp steel as they landed on Caira, with her interest piqued. A silent exchange was traded across the distance as of the grand room, from a ceremoniously new soldier, to Camelot’s newest recruit.
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