[ She doubts that, and so rather than begin immediately she leads him through the little ceremony of each taking their place on the mats, facing each other.
Her approach to hand to hand can only be similar to his, being quick, planning ahead, feinting well. There is a precision to the things Ilde does, a calculated assertion. This kind of fighting is almost more sport to her, if she were serious about survival... well. They know her, he knows her. Perhaps at last? She thinks of speaking to him red-faced on the wastes of Avera after the Prince had evicted her from the port. What a different girl.
Her mind is elsewhere, even as her elbow collides solidly into the meaty hollow between breastbone and shoulder. ]
Faster.
[ An idle critique bearing no mockery, statement of fact: block faster or it will happen again. ]
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Her approach to hand to hand can only be similar to his, being quick, planning ahead, feinting well. There is a precision to the things Ilde does, a calculated assertion. This kind of fighting is almost more sport to her, if she were serious about survival... well. They know her, he knows her. Perhaps at last? She thinks of speaking to him red-faced on the wastes of Avera after the Prince had evicted her from the port. What a different girl.
Her mind is elsewhere, even as her elbow collides solidly into the meaty hollow between breastbone and shoulder. ]
Faster.
[ An idle critique bearing no mockery, statement of fact: block faster or it will happen again. ]