"Well, ladies are always first, right?" Aello asked as she forced her body to come to a halt as soon as she had passed him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her palms were growing sweaty. The hilt of the blade slid around silently in her hand, as she desperately tried to get a better grip on it. Dropping her blade, even when she was sparring with someone as inexperienced as herself, if not more so, would not be a very good idea. In fact, if Rysen didn't notice, and she was too slow with her dodging, it could get her killed. Or at least, seriously injured. They weren't exactly practicing with wooden blades after all.
Aello did her best to tighten her grip, as Rysen rounded on her. He had grabbed her shoulder, and somehow managed to trip her. Aello landed with a thud. Her back had pressed into the hardwood floor, scattering a flurry of grey dust everywhere. A dark and dismal winter had seemed to come early this year. Her blade flew from her hand, and clattered across the floor. A single drop of crimson red blood dripped off the side and pooled beneath the blade. Aello knew it was Rysen's. She could see the cut she had made from her spot upon the floor. "At least it was little more than a flesh wound," Aello commented as she rubbed her head. "This is the part where you'd normally slay your opponent isn't it?" she asked. "Suppose you won this round. But next time, my dear sir, you may not be so lucky."
With that, Aello rolled along the floor, away from Rysen and her fallen dagger. A thin sheet of dust was now caked to her clothing, and she had backed herself into a wall. Good thinking there Aello, now what? The blade doesn't come back to you that quickly. Aello rolled her eyes as she brought herself to her feet. "So, armed man against disarmed women. Lets do it," she said as she assumed the fighting position, minus her sword. She gave a slight clap with her hands, before she balled them into fists. She held each of her arms before her. They were bent at the elbow. "Come on now Rysen," Aello called as she nervously eyed her dagger. It seemed to be fading into the floor, as though the dust served as a sort of camouflage.
All you have to do is dive for it as soon as he moves. Just roll across the floor and make sure you actually pick it up. Then the game will be a little more fair. You'll be even again... kind of. Your blade is less than half the size of his...
Aello rolled her eyes. And try not to hit your head again, it is hurting enough as is. Aello's brain was right. A sharp, shooting pain was lingering behind her ears, jabbing her from time to time. It was difficult for her not to wince, and impossible for the young spiritst not to reply to her thoughts. "Thanks Mom," she whispered, so silently, that it should have been impossible for Rysen to hear. |