[ lumine can't say she was expecting this, even wondering when he would make his move. she supposes that attacking her in the throne room would've been suicidal with her court in attendance, so striking while they're alone like this would be most optimal for his survival. though she wonders if his mind is also affected by his previous fight with her heralds; clearly, he's not thinking this plan through.
he's fast, but she's quicker uninjured. her sword, silver and gold, flashes into existence before her in time to block his blade just inches from her neck. the box on her lap falls to the floor from the movement, spilling its contents. ]
Is this your idea of a fair fight? [ she murmurs quietly, her eyes not leaving his face at all. ] I expected more.
[ her other hand closes into a fist, sharply punching the side that he's been surreptitiously trying to hide from her. a broken rib, perhaps, or some kind of bad hit from earlierโwho knows. what she does know is that he's clearly underestimating her. ]
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he's fast, but she's quicker uninjured. her sword, silver and gold, flashes into existence before her in time to block his blade just inches from her neck. the box on her lap falls to the floor from the movement, spilling its contents. ]
Is this your idea of a fair fight? [ she murmurs quietly, her eyes not leaving his face at all. ] I expected more.
[ her other hand closes into a fist, sharply punching the side that he's been surreptitiously trying to hide from her. a broken rib, perhaps, or some kind of bad hit from earlierโwho knows. what she does know is that he's clearly underestimating her. ]
And here I thought you were smarter than that.