Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"
Watching Erick rise back up from the fall was something Alex expected. All knights were tough. Tougher than nails. However the moment their eyes locked Alex spotted his objective. Eric was angry, virulently so. The splatter of blood and spit against the sand a marking of the simple fact that Alex was only outthinking him. Not out skilling nor overpowering just out thinking him. The difference in the glare was simple Alex was showing he was better but not in a condescending manner. At least that wasn’t his intent. It was simply easier to rile people up when they thought they were being looked down upon. And for that brief flash where Eric met the sand for a second time, he now was.
The snarl, the anger. Alex simply took a deep breath. Revy held anger that overshadowed Erick’s by magnitudes untold. Garland’s raw strength out stripped Erick’s by leagues. Greyheart’s skill by miles. However something which Alex possessed it seemed Erick possessed too. Resilience. Even above that, defiance. He wasn’t going to stay down without a fight. The shield strike wasn’t fully expected nor the sand blast that almost caught Alex in the eyes. Instinctively he closed them and tucked his head in. A reflexive action to protect his head. The force of the shield against his forearm smashed open his defence. His blade then came across like a whip, even eyes closed Alex could hear the shifting of steel amongst the fight. Though the subtle, rush of wind over the blade was lost on him amidst the clamour.
The blade strike against his left shoulder And then in a recoiling motion as he drew it back Alex recouped his right arm enough to bring the blade up to meet Erick’s. Using the back of his gauntlet he wiped the sand from his eyes and blinked them open. That smile still plastered over his features. A small chuckle dark and icy emitted from him.
“Now you’ve gotten serious!” He spoke with that soft light tone but the words almost felt like frozen mist crawling through the space. “I suppose I should too then?” His body heaved with his breaths, not out of exertion, to the contrary his stamina reserves were high. No this was purely to intimidate and seem bigger than he was. A tactic that his “father” often used on his enemies, and a short while in the past on him. Alex locked eyes on Erick’s and in that fraction of a second conveyed one thing, a single word spoken that Alex hoped Erick could see clearly. Run. A word not spoken just a feeling.
In what seemed to be a single step Alex closed the distance, lunging in low and sharp his left blade screaming through the mist and the silence as it tore towards Erick’s torso. Not towards the breastplate though, instead the weakened faults that lead into the tasset. His right blade came in low again the blade eating the space and moving like a white flash through the space. It’s aim wasn’t low, instead it arced overhead like an anvil dropping, his goal was to force that shield up, or at the very least the sword, and show just how much power a properly executed swing held.
Alex was aiming to kill, but not in a sense where he wanted Erick dead, there was no malic behind the swings just force, no intent just purpose. Adopting a persona of some dark and deadly foe was often enough to break weak willed people. Alex was trying to push Erick, to make him think twice, to make him crawl his way forwards through a battle. He was trying to show that no matter what happened losing you cool was the worst thing that could occur as he himself had learned. If the attacks worked, Alex was in the position of power.
The snarl, the anger. Alex simply took a deep breath. Revy held anger that overshadowed Erick’s by magnitudes untold. Garland’s raw strength out stripped Erick’s by leagues. Greyheart’s skill by miles. However something which Alex possessed it seemed Erick possessed too. Resilience. Even above that, defiance. He wasn’t going to stay down without a fight. The shield strike wasn’t fully expected nor the sand blast that almost caught Alex in the eyes. Instinctively he closed them and tucked his head in. A reflexive action to protect his head. The force of the shield against his forearm smashed open his defence. His blade then came across like a whip, even eyes closed Alex could hear the shifting of steel amongst the fight. Though the subtle, rush of wind over the blade was lost on him amidst the clamour.
The blade strike against his left shoulder And then in a recoiling motion as he drew it back Alex recouped his right arm enough to bring the blade up to meet Erick’s. Using the back of his gauntlet he wiped the sand from his eyes and blinked them open. That smile still plastered over his features. A small chuckle dark and icy emitted from him.
“Now you’ve gotten serious!” He spoke with that soft light tone but the words almost felt like frozen mist crawling through the space. “I suppose I should too then?” His body heaved with his breaths, not out of exertion, to the contrary his stamina reserves were high. No this was purely to intimidate and seem bigger than he was. A tactic that his “father” often used on his enemies, and a short while in the past on him. Alex locked eyes on Erick’s and in that fraction of a second conveyed one thing, a single word spoken that Alex hoped Erick could see clearly. Run. A word not spoken just a feeling.
In what seemed to be a single step Alex closed the distance, lunging in low and sharp his left blade screaming through the mist and the silence as it tore towards Erick’s torso. Not towards the breastplate though, instead the weakened faults that lead into the tasset. His right blade came in low again the blade eating the space and moving like a white flash through the space. It’s aim wasn’t low, instead it arced overhead like an anvil dropping, his goal was to force that shield up, or at the very least the sword, and show just how much power a properly executed swing held.
Alex was aiming to kill, but not in a sense where he wanted Erick dead, there was no malic behind the swings just force, no intent just purpose. Adopting a persona of some dark and deadly foe was often enough to break weak willed people. Alex was trying to push Erick, to make him think twice, to make him crawl his way forwards through a battle. He was trying to show that no matter what happened losing you cool was the worst thing that could occur as he himself had learned. If the attacks worked, Alex was in the position of power.