Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-5543592-20190909225626

"Amatuers." Scaldor muttered to anyone who was within earshot.

Nyasia raised a brow, glancing up at the scaffolds, around at the deck where the cheering had come from. The look she gave her dueling partner was a sly one.

"Shall we give them a show?" She asked quietly of Baldr.

The barest hint of a smile shown on the knight's squashed face. He inclined his head.

Nyasia put her toe beneath the blade of her sword, kicked it back into her hand, and then the assault continued as if it had never paused.

Nyasia's sword sought Baldr's throat, and the tall man ducked his head, weaving beneath it. Nyasia cut sideways and then down, trying to catch her, and Baldr's sword rose in time to knock her's away. There was a loud, metallic ring, and the force was enough not just to knock Nyasia's sword out of her hand, but also off her feet.

The sparring sword took flight, twisting end over end in the air, and Nyasia too twisted in the air, springing backwards to catch herself on her hands, and then settle onto her feet. Her eyes flashed skyward just in time to track her lost sword--her hand shot out to catch it.

The Queen had only just resumed her stance when Baldr had engaged her again, longsword gripped in both hands, and brought it crashing down towards her.