[He takes his time and studies his opponent, his smile falling away as he readies for the combat. The world narrows down the way it always does in combat, then it expands. He's not used to heavy blades. His had been light and up against his arm.
The thought of it goes out of his head as he darts forward, sweeping his blade in from the right to left. It's a cut he's used too many times. He normally would spin, letting himself off the self imposed chain. He steps back, and turns to give the blade the power of his upper body. Too wide but they're learning. Learning always hurts.]
Used to swords? Or just starting out? [Might as well learn if he has an instructor or fellow student.]
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The thought of it goes out of his head as he darts forward, sweeping his blade in from the right to left. It's a cut he's used too many times. He normally would spin, letting himself off the self imposed chain. He steps back, and turns to give the blade the power of his upper body. Too wide but they're learning. Learning always hurts.]
Used to swords? Or just starting out? [Might as well learn if he has an instructor or fellow student.]