Sama'el was clearly outmatched, but he vowed silently that he would not embarrass himself, his ancestors, or Daed, upon whose recommendation he was even under consideration for a place among the ranks of the Watch. When it became apparent that there were no faults in Inaril's technique, he began to watch for trends, tendencies, that he might use to his advantage. Her probes were met and turned aside to the best of his ability, and when the true strike came, he parried, bringing his scimitar about in a high horizontal strike like a branch in the storm to deflect her spear with the flat of his blade. His response was a series of slashes, thrusts, and parries, all short, buying his time and probing for a weakness. It was a measured boldness. He would be stupid to attack before sussing out a sufficiently auspicious opening, but he was actively looking, not waiting for her to present an opening with gift wrapping and ribbons, which would be a trap. She hesitated, or seemed to, and he reacted instinctively, a slash that rose from heart level to neck and slipped back into a guard in one motion, not wanting to give her an opening either. |