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SKILL : WARLORD ( 3 / 5 )
Rolling 1d5: 3
If he had suspected he would be facing Tiberii's sister in the tournament, there was a good chance Shiloh would have sat this venture out. But, his arrogance had led him here and now he was paying the price. It wasn't because he was afraid of fighting women - there had been plenty of lady knights in his guard and they had been just as capable as himself - but the Shakti-Vaes family had endured so much strife and he didn't want to contribute to it... or draw Tiberii's ire if he accidentally harmed her sister.
Shiloh knew his impact had the chance to sunder her, but he still felt a stir of guilt when she nearly buckled. Their size difference didn't help matters, but he stuck a pin in the reminder to apologize later... if there was anything left of the Shakti-Vaes at the end of it all to apologize to.
Maybe it would earn him a nice eulogy during his imminent funeral.
Shiloh moved slower than the silver slip of a woman and she was granted enough time to regroup by the time he reached her range. She was quick to capitalize on his slower-moving form, defying his bulk with sniping shots intended to befuddle him if he were green enough to chase her at every nip. He knew he'd wear himself out and weaken his foothold to keep over-extending to try and snap at her each time.
Instead, he held his place and waited for her to inch just a hair too close, all the while weathering the harrying. When he thought the moment was right, he took a side-step toward her and sought to shoulder check the smaller wolf as she dove in.
Shiloh knew his impact had the chance to sunder her, but he still felt a stir of guilt when she nearly buckled. Their size difference didn't help matters, but he stuck a pin in the reminder to apologize later... if there was anything left of the Shakti-Vaes at the end of it all to apologize to.
Maybe it would earn him a nice eulogy during his imminent funeral.
Shiloh moved slower than the silver slip of a woman and she was granted enough time to regroup by the time he reached her range. She was quick to capitalize on his slower-moving form, defying his bulk with sniping shots intended to befuddle him if he were green enough to chase her at every nip. He knew he'd wear himself out and weaken his foothold to keep over-extending to try and snap at her each time.
Instead, he held his place and waited for her to inch just a hair too close, all the while weathering the harrying. When he thought the moment was right, he took a side-step toward her and sought to shoulder check the smaller wolf as she dove in.
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