She paces the edge of the Circle, gauging Diana's demeanour. The woman's as easy in her intent as a mabari, happily wagging its tail on the march to battle. Wren knows her own expression empty, dour,
How strange to remember the steps of this new-old dance, with her limbs vulnerable, with no advantage in the reach. So often of late she has been an implacable, metal thing, with speed less of the essence.
(A pang of guilt endemic to Chantry girls: That her dedication's been slacking.)
When she moves in it's first a feint, slipping out into an explosive flurry of blows; an attempt to keep Diana occupied that she might close the distance between them. The opening she leaves is fake, but there's a half moment after it — half a moment only — that's all too real, a chance to slash in at her unprotected side.
LET'S TRY THAT AGAIN instead of randomly hitting enter
She paces the edge of the Circle, gauging Diana's demeanour. The woman's as easy in her intent as a mabari, happily wagging its tail on the march to battle. Wren knows her own expression empty, dour,
How strange to remember the steps of this new-old dance, with her limbs vulnerable, with no advantage in the reach. So often of late she has been an implacable, metal thing, with speed less of the essence.
(A pang of guilt endemic to Chantry girls: That her dedication's been slacking.)
When she moves in it's first a feint, slipping out into an explosive flurry of blows; an attempt to keep Diana occupied that she might close the distance between them. The opening she leaves is fake, but there's a half moment after it — half a moment only — that's all too real, a chance to slash in at her unprotected side.