
Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"
Alex’s rooting in ground work he could see was paying off but gods above if his side now didn’t sting. He’d blocked and counter attacked. He’d managed to force her into a position where she’d have to give up ground or take two big hits. Instead of a simple retreat like he’d hoped she’d take, she followed through. As he’d taken his knee and attempted to strike at her side she’d simply passed through the gap and avoided both of the strikes. Quite possibly the experience gap there showing quite highly still though. His gable of placing the tip of his sword into the joints in the stonework paid off as he felt a heel connect with the back of his knee.
His leg buckled under his weight and the leg he’d attempted to take a strike at her side with slammed down into the stonework using the sword embedded in the stones now to catch himself so he didn’t fall. Gritting his teeth he spun taking a stance the same as earlier except mirrored his body in a similar position but flipped instead of giving her a moment to catch a respite, he intended to dark in but that oppressive crushing feeling pushed out again. Like a torrent of flame, Alex wanted to flee, to retreat but instead of fleeing he planted his feet. Granted something about her felt off, felt like it wanted to tear his throat out. He had to fight now both that feeling of wanting to flee like a child and her at the same time. Fighting both a physical and mental battle.
Instead of fleeing he charged, head long. His leg screaming at him as he did so but no he wouldn’t be put off he planted her left foot towards her and slid his grip taking a big swing towards her, the arc of the blade horizontal too high to jump, too low to duck. He only knew because she stood near his own height. The strike was a simple broad arc but given the speed and power of adding his torso’s rotation into the strike. If the strike Missed then Alex was in trouble but not so much that he didn’t have a back-up plan. He’d use the momentum of the missed strike to carry himself around with the arc and spin himself into his default stance slightly off to her now left. A vicious attack but still tentative. If she was this oppressive when calm gods above only knew what she was like when angry. Despite his calm appearance he was fighting to hold it together internally.
