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SKILL : WARLORD ( 4 / 5 )
Rolling 1d5: 3
She had moxie, Shiloh would give her that. Aurelia looked whisper thin, but she was wiry and nimble, and that could make all the difference in the tide of a fight. Capitalizing on one's strengths was more important than brute force - Tiberii charged in like a battering ram, but Aurelia used a little more finesse and calculation with how she mounted her attacks and counterattacks.
It was two entirely different types of fighting, and both had their place - he couldn't imagine trying to contend with them at the same time and it was fitting that the sisters were two halves of a whole and complemented the other's weaknesses.
As she reeled from his check, Aurelia flashed a smile - it seemed almost out of place on her stoic face, but the knight thought he understood. She was giving this spar her all, and he suddenly felt (slightly) less guilty about not throwing the fight.
He returned her smile with a grin, but he steeled himself for her reprisal to his attack. She would not go down easy, even as the odds were stacked against her.
It instilled him with a newfound respect for the Shakti-Vaes woman. She had clearly earned her placement thus far in this tournament and even her position as the Pillar of Knowledge - had she been one of the pages in the guard, he would have kept his eye on her for her potential as she marched up the ranks.
She launched for his nape and Shiloh was too slow to dodge entirely. Her jaws found purchase and he huffed against the pressure and added weight as she hung like a monochrome albatross, attempting to pull him down to the ground. His ruff, which had already been sheared earlier in the spar with the weird teenager, stung beneath her bite.
His shoulder ached from the impact and his side would definitely bear a bruise for his earlier shove, but he still had fuel in the tank to fend off her final gambit. He couldn't waste time taking inventory of his various aches and pains - he pressed into action, moving toward her as he tried to weaken her bite before attempting to shove her away with his upper body.
It was two entirely different types of fighting, and both had their place - he couldn't imagine trying to contend with them at the same time and it was fitting that the sisters were two halves of a whole and complemented the other's weaknesses.
As she reeled from his check, Aurelia flashed a smile - it seemed almost out of place on her stoic face, but the knight thought he understood. She was giving this spar her all, and he suddenly felt (slightly) less guilty about not throwing the fight.
He returned her smile with a grin, but he steeled himself for her reprisal to his attack. She would not go down easy, even as the odds were stacked against her.
It instilled him with a newfound respect for the Shakti-Vaes woman. She had clearly earned her placement thus far in this tournament and even her position as the Pillar of Knowledge - had she been one of the pages in the guard, he would have kept his eye on her for her potential as she marched up the ranks.
She launched for his nape and Shiloh was too slow to dodge entirely. Her jaws found purchase and he huffed against the pressure and added weight as she hung like a monochrome albatross, attempting to pull him down to the ground. His ruff, which had already been sheared earlier in the spar with the weird teenager, stung beneath her bite.
His shoulder ached from the impact and his side would definitely bear a bruise for his earlier shove, but he still had fuel in the tank to fend off her final gambit. He couldn't waste time taking inventory of his various aches and pains - he pressed into action, moving toward her as he tried to weaken her bite before attempting to shove her away with his upper body.
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