#>aelynn will remember you using her head as a springboard however.

[celestialtrolls]

God. Dammit. Most people didn't employ jumps so much in their fighting style, it was such a dangerous move usually, but it's not a danger to them if you don't know how to fucking take advantage of it.

The landing on your head makes your throat click again out of annoyance, and while you try to stumble forward, the momentum of your halberd continuing around doesn't let you make much distance, and you feel the weapons hit your back.

You know that the only way you'd get out of this versus his speed is flashstepping, but you've already resolved to make this fair, so pretty much all you can do is release your left hand from your weapon to form a fist to block the strike to the back of your neck - yes, you know that if it was the sharp side that would have cut through your hand, but your neck was your weak spot because of the hole through it, back of a blade or not. You refuse to get hit there.

God, at least you could see it coming.

The pommel however hits right on target though, and your shoulders reel back. You don't move further, releasing your other hand from your halberd. That was a fair loss. You drop your head for a moment, before slowly inhaling to refill your lungs back with air.

"You're fast."

You sound a little bit frustrated, and you pause for a couple more seconds to start getting into the pattern of breathing again, before stowing your weapon back into storage and dragging yourself to your feet. You're surprised at how much none of those strikes actually hurt as much as you expected. You haven't been injured much since you died, and nearly all of the injuries you did get pierced flesh, but apparently blunt force wasn't that much of a deterrent to you anymore.

You turn back around to face him, blowing the hair out of your face while you try and restraighten your clothes into where they're supposed to be. The people who stopped to watch start dispersing again, murmuring amongst themselves. It probably wasn't that often they saw a highblood lose in a fight.

"But that was the most fun I've had in a while! Really does prove I need to find a teacher to keep training though."

You break into a grin, although lift one hand to your mouth to just slightly cover your sharp teeth.

"Thank you."

>> Neither of your strikes did as much as you'd like, but you remember a similar frustration with fighting Villoh. At this point you're used to it, and you can maintain your focus.

>> Your breathing is barely any different from one your were talking to her before- A bit deeper, more controlled, but that's it- And you've not broken a sweat, either.

>> You see her weapon drop low and swing outwards, allowing you to fully anticipate the sweep on your legs. You leap again, once more not just over her weapon, but not aiming to land on it this time either. No, you aim to plant both feet very briefly on her head and then tumble forwards and behind her in a flip, aiming to bash the flat of both weapons on her back as a parting shot.

>> Upon landing you whirl about, using the momentum to swing the back of one the blade towards her neck- a 'fatal blow'- While you turn the other around to jam the pommel right into her spine between her shoulder blades, another 'fatal blow'.