Sama'el grinned back, his teeth set in what was both good humor and hard effort. This Rykanis Dakshata was certainly better with his lakan than Sama'el was with his dagger. The acrobatics were an associated skill, and they had saved him that once, but it was as much luck as anything else. More nervous with only the dagger than he might have been with a full scimitar, he fell for the feint, and blocked it successfully, but it put him off his balance and he had to quickly stutter-step out of the way to rest his guard and prevent a follow up from messing him up. "I may not be able to strike you," he acknowledged, honest to the core, "but I can make it difficult for you to strike me." His grin didn't fail. He was quite good at picking things up that he observed, being so careful to pay attention to people as well as the world around him. But still, if Rykanis had committed too heavily into that feint, it had only managed to throw Sama'el off the more. Circling the large fellow, he flipped his dagger up to catch it in a reverse grip, the blade angling to guard his forearm; this would allow him to make different strikes, and possibly catch Rykanis by surprise. But he was remarkably good-natured and level-headed for an Akalak; there seemed little chance to use that legendary rage against him. "Well, I would not call you fat," he said, riffing off of the Akalak's own statement with jest, "but yes, you are a bigger target." He grinned again. |