Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161026103736/@comment-25073873-20161109143052

Illya smiled, before she just used her light speed skill once more, travelling behind the assassin. The moment he was enarmoured with the repeated use of jabs to attack her, it meant he was fixated on the same attack again and again. It reduced flexibility and traded defense for offense. Her father would never have used a spear like that. Neither would her mother.

Illya recognized an overdependence on the sharp point, and the use of linear attack patterns in an effort to keep up momentum. A flaw if it was overdone, as Illya spun to deliver a two handed slash to her opponent's back even as she just returned to her normal form from the light speed.

Her opponent could turn to counter, but Illya knew she would be faster. Because she was already facing the target. Her opponent was not.