Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"
The attempt to pin the shield in place hadn’t worked as intended at least not fully. However the brief pin and distraction it caused was long enough for Alex to get a feel for how Samuel operated. Much like himself, fighting with his head rather than his gut. He figured this out through the strike on Samuel’s sword elbows causing him to drop the blade. A brief lapse in concentration was enough to let Alex figure this much out. Though now in its place a look of almost desperation seemed to crawl across Sam’s face. Alex’s own was still somewhat unreadable.
The attempt of Samuel to grab Alex’s wrist was one that Alex hadn’t fully foreseen. At least not that quickly. Now he was left with a dilemma. Alex’s physical strength wasn’t as high as some of the other knights around him, and most likely not as high as Samuel’s own so Alex had to improvise. Right hand gripped and disabled but luckily he still had a blade in his other hand. A push at the back of Alex’s elbow to dry and dislodge his footing. On sand this soft that worked if a little too well. Alex slid his feet to the side and aqs Sam’s leg came around to strike at his knee, the leg gave way.
Alex started to fall, and in this close that was going to be a loss very soon. Alex shifted his weight mid fall to absorb the impact on his shoulders and upper back and then with the full momentum of his body and armour attempted to wrench his arm free of Samuel’s grasp. The loud thud of impact from his back on the ground sent the sand shooting out to either side of him as he scrambled back up to his feet. A sore spot already beginning to form on his upper shoulders. Hew groaned and spotted Sam’s sword by his feet.
Slipping his toes under the blade he stabbed his left bastard sword into the ground and caught the blade before tossing it back to Samuel.
“Less interesting when your opponent can’t fight on even terms. Don’t you agree?” Alex spoke with a smile although slightly pained. He wasn’t trying to win but to get better. That was the purpose of this. The only time he ever needed to win was when his life was on the line. His hand reached down to pick up the blade again, whirling them around his arms like a windmill of edged steel. Now inviting Samuel to come back in and try out Alex’s defences. Letting the Knight test the squires form.