Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-5543592-20190909224139

Nyasia lifted her sword, assuming an offensive stance. Baldr half-raised his, more a gesture to start than a reply, and the Queen attacked.

A high feint for the head dropped into a low stab for the stomach. Nyasia attacked with the full extension of her body, rear leg lunged forward, front leg planted.

Baldr didn't even flinch back from the first, easily parried the second. His counter was a wide sweeping, and Nyasia's rear leg drew her back into a tight guard.

Baldr didn't press his assault, only paced sideways, and Nyasia resumed her attack. Two rapid steps led into two short, quick jabs of the blade, each following the other. Baldr's defensive moves were slow, but met each of Nyasia's attacks with finality, falling into place as if there could've been no other outcome. There as no wasted energy in what he did, each stroke of sword only using the necessary amount of strength.

Nyasia advanced,  forcing Baldr back towards the side of the ship. Ten seconds had gone by. The sound of steels rapping against each other and water lapping against the hull.

Nyasia dropped a collar high slash into what would've been an eviserating low cut. Baldr turned his sword over, vertically, and Nyasia's bouncing off it, arm quivering.

He slapped the back of her hand with the flat of his broadsword, disarming her, and her weapon clattered to the deck.