Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"
Meeting his kick with one of her own was a smart way to stop it. However the voice of reason Archie spoke out again. Speaking the truth. He’d cottoned on to what Alex was saying. It wasn’t going to end in her favour if she lingered nearby for too long. He had seasons of experience in the armour, and he’d taken a lot of lessons from Archie personally. Which explained why Archie was coaching Poppy more than him.
As they clashed, a shocking pain ran down Alex’s leg from the point of impact, but nothing worse than he’d experienced before. Pushing his eight on his word he hauled himself back to full standing. She quipped back at him that he should polish his armour more. What was the pint in that with the amount of blows he took against it on a regular basis? Alex still managed a small smile though as Archie continued dishing out advice like free candy. Spacing, footwork, and keep some distance. Excellent advice. And Alex as listening to each and every piece of it. Alex took the initiative on opening up some space. Sliding out of her attack range with several well practiced regrouping steps.
He wasn’t retreating, just hoping to give the false impression of it. Trying to draw her in to make her think he was running out of ideas. Out of tactics. Behind the visor, his face hidden he was in fact smiling as usual. His left arm drooped to his side and his right arm lifted his sword to his shoulder. He was presenting an opening. A large one which could have been intentional it could have been absent minded. The only one who’d really know was him, and possibly Archie might have had an idea.
He was deliberately trying to bait her in, to usher in an attack, to force her to take the opening. If she did he’d use his shield arm to parry the blade and then take a large overhand strike with the pommel of his blade to her helmet. Changing up his area of attack, both of them had been trying to de stabilize the other. Now he was going to try for disorientation. Low gravity would mean she’d have to crouch opening up attacks for him from above. He was going to drill into her that she had to watch for an attack from anywhere. Because as he’d attempt the strike with his sword to her helmet his left hand would try and drive the point of his shield into her forearm and disarm her.
A strong point of Alex fighting style at least over the last couple of days was his aggression. A focus Imass had beaten into him, and one that he was trying to mix with his own already very technical and technique focused style that Greyheart had refined. Archie he knew could see through everything he’d try, but Archie wasn’t always here. So he was open to try much riskier gambles, with bigger pay offs.