The harsh clank of metal striking ground brought a grin to Kyo's face, his opponent down one of his weapons. While that would me more crippling for a styled fighter, this one was certainly rough around the edges, and he improvised extremely well, spinning around Kyo, slashing at his leg as he went. The wound brought a brief cry to Kyo's lips, his stance already swinging about, pivoting to follow the threat the man presented.
And again they were at each others throats and for the first time in years, Kyo seemed truely alive, his body active, swinging out of line with deep thrusts, parrying the flat of that shortsword off to the side and retaliating with a flurry of his own blows. A fight like this had no place for Kyo's moral questions, his fears about right and wrong, and it showed on his face, that innocence he held as a young boy reborn.
"You're good I'll admit, for someone without formal training." He smirked, wading in with an impressive series of blow, forcing the single bladed mercenary back before him. "But I'm better."
"You mean we're better. Having fun?"
Kyo stopped, backpeddling two steps, blad held out before him in a defensive stance, his head shaken once as if to clear it, a soft whisper echoing from his lips before he lunged forward again, no longer playing, his eyes alight with color, shining once more as they had in the inn not so long ago as he struck. The blows were fast, slipping past his opponents guard, but not necessarily striking home.
[sblock=attack] AC 29. HP 56/90.
Expertise for +2, giving me an additional 1d6 of damage via cunning defence.
Attacks are 29, 27. For 20, 25 Damage.
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[sblock=Listen DC 20]Believe thats the DC to hear whispers at this distance. Kyo said. "Not now."[/sblock]
And again they were at each others throats and for the first time in years, Kyo seemed truely alive, his body active, swinging out of line with deep thrusts, parrying the flat of that shortsword off to the side and retaliating with a flurry of his own blows. A fight like this had no place for Kyo's moral questions, his fears about right and wrong, and it showed on his face, that innocence he held as a young boy reborn.
"You're good I'll admit, for someone without formal training." He smirked, wading in with an impressive series of blow, forcing the single bladed mercenary back before him. "But I'm better."
"You mean we're better. Having fun?"
Kyo stopped, backpeddling two steps, blad held out before him in a defensive stance, his head shaken once as if to clear it, a soft whisper echoing from his lips before he lunged forward again, no longer playing, his eyes alight with color, shining once more as they had in the inn not so long ago as he struck. The blows were fast, slipping past his opponents guard, but not necessarily striking home.
[sblock=attack] AC 29. HP 56/90.
Expertise for +2, giving me an additional 1d6 of damage via cunning defence.
Attacks are 29, 27. For 20, 25 Damage.
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[sblock=Listen DC 20]Believe thats the DC to hear whispers at this distance. Kyo said. "Not now."[/sblock]