AISHA
i lost the plot, or maybe two
Their swords met each other again, the not so gentle kiss of battle, the hiss of metal on metal. Aisha had intended to slide her blade back once more, waiting for Melita to extend her arm and then add more pressure, trying to avert the thrust. This didn't go as planned, she'd slightly under estimated Melita's strength. Instead her sword slid off, not budging Melita's, and she was forced to stumble back a few steps. Damn, she snarled to herself, giving her sword arm a quick shake.
Then she was on the attack again, ever the offensive player, determined to get the fiery haired girl at her mercy. She started a stalk, circling Melita one foot after the other, eyeing her legs as though she planned to aim down. Then she stepped back in, thrusting her sword low before swinging it up, pommel first and the blade trailing behind it so that any strike inward would be easier to deflect. She sought to push back, force Melita to stumble as she had.
Then she was on the attack again, ever the offensive player, determined to get the fiery haired girl at her mercy. She started a stalk, circling Melita one foot after the other, eyeing her legs as though she planned to aim down. Then she stepped back in, thrusting her sword low before swinging it up, pommel first and the blade trailing behind it so that any strike inward would be easier to deflect. She sought to push back, force Melita to stumble as she had.
remind me who the fuck are you?
