A slight grin formed across the features of the knight, as she heard the words of her companion. It was a nice match, two styles geared specifically for sparing. Style and elegance would reign here, as there was no room for sloppy bladeship within this tango for two. It was like watching two streams flowing into one another.
The blade and footwork seemed perhaps patterned, planed maybe, as there was a follow through and follow up. Dancing with a stick of plasma able to burn through the hull of a star fighter was probably something akin to a death sentence by most people, yet here it was a mix of performance art and martial combat.
Just as Mila thought, Vayla had anticipated her maneuver, the cyan blade followed her strike in nearly perfect harmony. The two shades of color slammed into one another, as the two knights had reached an impasse for only a moment. Vayla shoved back harder though, pushing the blade away as she flowed nearly flawlessly into a lunging strike; a perfect mirror to what Mila had just tried moments ago: Clever girl. It did make her wonder how vast Vayla's knowledge of Makaski truly was, but there was only one way to tell now wasn't there?
Feeling her blade give way, Mila shifted herself to her right side, a half spin side step ensued, as Vayla's blade just narrowly slid past her. Moving to the currently exposed left side of her foe, she brought thr saber back in for a quick slash aimed towards Vayla's right instep. It seemed the best approach would be to keep playing this game, as Mila repositioned herself to the woman's right flank. It seemed likely that Vayla would follow this strike up with yet another counter, so Mila was already plotting her next move. She wondered how long they could keep this dance going, hopefully longer than last time. Another gust blew across the rocks, as the scent of sea washed over the duo in the midst of their spar.
@Die Shize
The blade and footwork seemed perhaps patterned, planed maybe, as there was a follow through and follow up. Dancing with a stick of plasma able to burn through the hull of a star fighter was probably something akin to a death sentence by most people, yet here it was a mix of performance art and martial combat.
Just as Mila thought, Vayla had anticipated her maneuver, the cyan blade followed her strike in nearly perfect harmony. The two shades of color slammed into one another, as the two knights had reached an impasse for only a moment. Vayla shoved back harder though, pushing the blade away as she flowed nearly flawlessly into a lunging strike; a perfect mirror to what Mila had just tried moments ago: Clever girl. It did make her wonder how vast Vayla's knowledge of Makaski truly was, but there was only one way to tell now wasn't there?
Feeling her blade give way, Mila shifted herself to her right side, a half spin side step ensued, as Vayla's blade just narrowly slid past her. Moving to the currently exposed left side of her foe, she brought thr saber back in for a quick slash aimed towards Vayla's right instep. It seemed the best approach would be to keep playing this game, as Mila repositioned herself to the woman's right flank. It seemed likely that Vayla would follow this strike up with yet another counter, so Mila was already plotting her next move. She wondered how long they could keep this dance going, hopefully longer than last time. Another gust blew across the rocks, as the scent of sea washed over the duo in the midst of their spar.
@Die Shize