We lunged, and neither sprinted out of the fear that she might die.
Rain and smoke blurred into streaks of motion; every sound turned sharp, I can taste the hiss of fire, visualize the scrape of boots, the metal song of my scythe cleaving through the air.
For a split second, I consider using my instant-kill exploit… Yet, for such a crowded environment, it was unlikely I'd attempt such ridiculous tricks.
I swung first with a downward strike, Lady_Valerie's left elbow shot up to meet the flat of my blade with a sharp clang that reverberated through the entire haft that weakens my grip. The impact knocked my scythe's edge off course even when I tried holding it steady.
The split second of fear I expressed throug my brows was enough for her to twist her hips following the momentum of the elbow, giving way for her right fist came flying for my face.
