Myria of Blades
Quatro Cerberus
Looking for a fight~
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Post by Myria of Blades on Aug 31, 2013 22:22:38 GMT -5
Ergh, let Myria get a hit. XD Oh, and I'm apologizing for Myria, she can be a bit uneven in temper. XD"Aaaah, I don't really care what magic you use---"
Inwardly, she sighed; it seemed she had not managed to bring him close enough to get bashed, with him darting in and out like that. So annoying, he didn't even seem to want to attack unless she attacked. Once again he edged away, and struck... it was starting to become repetitive now, Myria could almost yawn. Her shield might not have struck arm or head of her opponent, but it was in the prime position to block his sword... what was he thinking, just because his blade was under her sword-hand, it was past her defenses already? She was turning as he was retreating, and his backwards movement lessened the piercing reach. If he had not been going to and fro so much, he might have earned his second hit... his weapon may be longer, but it seemed he kept forgetting that he had two, and that her shield had angled to Myria's right when he struck...
"You're probably an idiot, since you're a mage, so I suppose I have to tell you---"
...so their stalemate continued, although if things continued progressing in this way Kai would win, due to his first strike and its consequences. Lancing pain every now and then touched Myria's nerves, and she shut it out with the gritting of teeth, but it was definitely affecting her performance, even by a little; she might not be able to keep up if this continued... which meant that she should do something. The point of Kai's blade, for the infinitesimal moment, had strayed into her buckler... this was what she would use.
"I really dislike being mistaken to be one of your sparkly lot---!"
She slid her shield, from that point, through its edge, friction singing, as she went forward again, faster, more forcefully, hoping that her speed and her buckler would keep the blade preoccupied long enough. Along with her steps her sword reared, like a horseman readying his lance, high aloft in the air.
"SO GET HIT ALREADY, YOU COWARDLY, SLIPPERY BUFFOON!"
She sent a slash going downward towards her enemy's head, to the left side of his skull... but if he moves to block it with something, whether his sword or his hand, it would turn into a feint, dipping down to hit her opponent's sword-hand, a bit of a return favor. That was what she planned, subconsciously, as she assaulted him once again.
If he ran away again? Urgh... she really had to come up with something for that.
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