Genesis 052
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Title~ False Opening
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ Genesis 052. Note to self: you can't fit a swordfight into 500 words. Don't try it again >>;;
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Kurae was certainly not as… clean-cut as the other swordies Nimay had faced so far. He was a bit of an ugly one, if she was being honest, but then, she’d never really thought much of beards anyway. He was, however, just as muscular, just as determined, and just as intimidating.
“First blood-draw from the torso!” King Mithé yelled from the side-lines, signifying the beginning of the encounter.
Nimay stepped aside, beginning to circle the swordsman in order to observe him as he was no doubt observing her. She kept her movements as smooth as possible, hiding any weakness she might show, and maybe place false hope in Kurae’s mind about a weakness she showed but didn’t have.
Kurae was doing much the same. He twisted his sword slowly in his grip, his callused fingers working at the leather-bound hilt. He held the sword with his right hand closest to the blade, but Nimay knew from where his scabbard had been clipped to his belt that he was left-handed. Sometimes when he stepped, he crossed his right leg over his left; sometimes it was left over right, so Nimay couldn’t tell which was his strongest. She’d have to wait until he struck for that.
There was a bandage around the middle finger of his left hand, but that could have meant anything. She knew for a fact that these men fought in Kazin with broken fingers and still emerged from a fight no worse for wear, so a single bandage meant nothing. He could have scratched it peeling potatoes for all she knew. He did seem to be slightly stiff in his right side though. Nimay would have to see if she could use that to her advantage.
Satisfied he’d learnt all he could about Nimay, Kurae lunged forward with his left leg, and his grip smoothly switched to a left-handed hold as he brought the sword crashing down against Nimay’s regulation army blade.
The shorter girl was able to deflect the sword just barely, and could feel it brush but not cut into her left shoulder. In an instant, Kurae swung again, chopping down against Nimay’s left side where she was only just able to defend him again. This time, the sword nicked a hole in her shirt, but not deep enough to draw blood.
This was bad. She had to attack, get him to defend from his right, stiffer side. She struck out with her plain old blade, but Kurae jumped aside, putting her again on his stronger side and swiping out at her. Nimay swayed back from the flying silver sword, successfully throwing him just slightly off balance, just enough so that his sword arm lifted up to balance himself, and expose his side to Nimay’s blade.
She darted in quickly, only to feel a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. There was no stiffness in the swordsman’s right side at all. It had been a trap, a false opening, and Nimay had fallen for it.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All mine
Notes~ Genesis 052. Note to self: you can't fit a swordfight into 500 words. Don't try it again >>;;
Kurae was certainly not as… clean-cut as the other swordies Nimay had faced so far. He was a bit of an ugly one, if she was being honest, but then, she’d never really thought much of beards anyway. He was, however, just as muscular, just as determined, and just as intimidating.
“First blood-draw from the torso!” King Mithé yelled from the side-lines, signifying the beginning of the encounter.
Nimay stepped aside, beginning to circle the swordsman in order to observe him as he was no doubt observing her. She kept her movements as smooth as possible, hiding any weakness she might show, and maybe place false hope in Kurae’s mind about a weakness she showed but didn’t have.
Kurae was doing much the same. He twisted his sword slowly in his grip, his callused fingers working at the leather-bound hilt. He held the sword with his right hand closest to the blade, but Nimay knew from where his scabbard had been clipped to his belt that he was left-handed. Sometimes when he stepped, he crossed his right leg over his left; sometimes it was left over right, so Nimay couldn’t tell which was his strongest. She’d have to wait until he struck for that.
There was a bandage around the middle finger of his left hand, but that could have meant anything. She knew for a fact that these men fought in Kazin with broken fingers and still emerged from a fight no worse for wear, so a single bandage meant nothing. He could have scratched it peeling potatoes for all she knew. He did seem to be slightly stiff in his right side though. Nimay would have to see if she could use that to her advantage.
Satisfied he’d learnt all he could about Nimay, Kurae lunged forward with his left leg, and his grip smoothly switched to a left-handed hold as he brought the sword crashing down against Nimay’s regulation army blade.
The shorter girl was able to deflect the sword just barely, and could feel it brush but not cut into her left shoulder. In an instant, Kurae swung again, chopping down against Nimay’s left side where she was only just able to defend him again. This time, the sword nicked a hole in her shirt, but not deep enough to draw blood.
This was bad. She had to attack, get him to defend from his right, stiffer side. She struck out with her plain old blade, but Kurae jumped aside, putting her again on his stronger side and swiping out at her. Nimay swayed back from the flying silver sword, successfully throwing him just slightly off balance, just enough so that his sword arm lifted up to balance himself, and expose his side to Nimay’s blade.
She darted in quickly, only to feel a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. There was no stiffness in the swordsman’s right side at all. It had been a trap, a false opening, and Nimay had fallen for it.