The charge came and she braced herself for impact. She was forced to take a step back when the sword stuck against the shield she defensively held in front of her. The shield was tilted her arm crumpling almost under the force of it. She was far from use to holding her ground, but in time she knew she would improve. She had to. Her chest heaved, her shoulders sagging. Fallon knew she had to keep going, she knew she had to keep this up for as long as possible. Or at least until her opponent buckled. The jab forced her both back and to one side, the shield forced into a tilt as she pulled back and away.
But, he did not stop. Another blow came, hurtling down her thoughts to get out of the way instead of trying to endure the blow. Breaths quickened, her shoulders slumping slightly whilst her eyes remained fixed. One moment he seemed to lose speed, the next he gained it all back. The pommel thrusted towards her, the heavy weight making contact with her side, before once more he drew back waiting for her own attack. Fallon puffed her cheeks, feeling the thin line of sweat that had begun to form.
She gave a long pause, eyes drifting towards the tip that hovered and teased before her at the neckline. She exhaled, her lips wetting slightly. The squire knew what she wanted to do, but it was doing it that was the issue. A want to end this bout was now dawning on her. She gave a swallow, leaning back on her rear foot and letting her weight rest on it. Speed was needed, a block to allow her to slide in close and destroy the gap between them. The only issue is that he had reach where she did not. Her neck gave a click, the jaw tightening.
Here goes nothing!
Fallon threw her weight onto her front foot, forcing the shift of movement into momentum. The shield came forward, the tip of the tulwar back as she focused on closing the gap. A full blown charge designed to bring this to a close. Her intention was to bash him or his weapon to one side, brute force to create an opening. From there she would bring the flat of the blade round to strike it against him. She planted her feet down upon the ground, torso twisting as she brought it round.
But, he did not stop. Another blow came, hurtling down her thoughts to get out of the way instead of trying to endure the blow. Breaths quickened, her shoulders slumping slightly whilst her eyes remained fixed. One moment he seemed to lose speed, the next he gained it all back. The pommel thrusted towards her, the heavy weight making contact with her side, before once more he drew back waiting for her own attack. Fallon puffed her cheeks, feeling the thin line of sweat that had begun to form.
She gave a long pause, eyes drifting towards the tip that hovered and teased before her at the neckline. She exhaled, her lips wetting slightly. The squire knew what she wanted to do, but it was doing it that was the issue. A want to end this bout was now dawning on her. She gave a swallow, leaning back on her rear foot and letting her weight rest on it. Speed was needed, a block to allow her to slide in close and destroy the gap between them. The only issue is that he had reach where she did not. Her neck gave a click, the jaw tightening.
Here goes nothing!
Fallon threw her weight onto her front foot, forcing the shift of movement into momentum. The shield came forward, the tip of the tulwar back as she focused on closing the gap. A full blown charge designed to bring this to a close. Her intention was to bash him or his weapon to one side, brute force to create an opening. From there she would bring the flat of the blade round to strike it against him. She planted her feet down upon the ground, torso twisting as she brought it round.
