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Post by Lana on Jun 29, 2006 20:40:26 GMT
I lick my lips and block his fierce attack. The first one. Though, then more of them follow, one as fierce as the previous, and it takes me much strength to keep the blade of his sword away from my body, 'cause it's obvious that he's fighting me seriously, not as a game... Well then. I wanted practice? I got it.
I almost get wounded a few times, and it's mere luck that I manage to duck away from under his sword. Though, with passing minutes, I realize that I am holding the sword more firmly and a little bit more calmly... that I am remembering how to fight. I smirk slightly and attack Jack.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 29, 2006 20:45:17 GMT
As the fight grows more serious my wound starts aching more, true enough.. but I can tell that Scarlett is growing 'into' the fight, moving more naturally again, getting used to the weight of her blade and getting quicker and wittier in her blocks and attacks. I grin despite the ache from my side, and allow her to take over attack now and then, before forcing her back into defence. I keep the footwork simple for now... cos I don't want to know what would crack first if we'd take it to another level, the stitches in my wound or my willingness to keep this going.
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Post by Lana on Jun 29, 2006 20:49:29 GMT
I keep blocking his attacks and attacking him myself, though not too fiercely, 'cause I feel quite exhausted... though, I also feel that I don't want to give in and that I still have strength to resist him. There's one more 'though'.
"Jack!" - I pant, parrying one particularly nasty and fierce attack of his, - "are you *sure* we shouldn't stop it for now?"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 29, 2006 20:52:46 GMT
"Not entirely." I smirk, and I then suddenly slash her sword down to the deck. Soon as it's down I take a step back.. actually catching my breath. Hell, this sure was a sudden excersize compared to the previous days.
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Post by Lana on Jun 29, 2006 20:55:50 GMT
"You cheated!" - I frown. - "I was blabbering and wasn't entirely concentrated on the fight!" - I protest, 'cause, hell, I don't want him to think that I am a loser and that I gave up.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 29, 2006 20:57:45 GMT
"I could've cheated or let you kill me luv." I point out, sheating my sword.
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Post by Lana on Jun 29, 2006 21:00:37 GMT
I laugh: "All right, I take your word on that", - I wink at him and sheat my sword as well. - "But promise that when you feel better, you'll help me practise again?"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 30, 2006 8:12:55 GMT
I smirk, "That's a promise." I assure her, "Nay, it's a threat" I correct myself
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Post by Lana on Jun 30, 2006 8:14:44 GMT
"Great!" - I accept the threat willingly. - "Am I really a loser now?" - I frown slightly, knowing that my fighting wasn't good at all.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 30, 2006 8:24:14 GMT
I smirk, "Not until you get killed, you're not." I point out easily.
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