[ it worked—good. she isn't trying to die here, but lancelot's comment brings her to straighten her posture, sheathing her own blade. ]
I prefer hand-to-hand combat.
[ she offers those words, and no sooner is his sword sheathed. it seems to be something that he had set himself on doing even before she had spoken up, by how immediate his actions were. perhaps it only attests to the nature of a knight, to face ones opponent on equal grounds, but it's something that blaze holds great respect for either way.
but as much respect as she may feel, still focuses on the matter at hand, meaning to block lancelot's attack with another wall of fire when—behind her, a foot crashes into her ribs with enough force to send her flying.
the ring of flames that licks at the stone floor at lancelot's feet flicker, and even as blaze tries to adapt, he's too quick—the sound of glass smashing to pieces echoes through the hall as she crashes into—and then through the window. ]
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I prefer hand-to-hand combat.
[ she offers those words, and no sooner is his sword sheathed. it seems to be something that he had set himself on doing even before she had spoken up, by how immediate his actions were. perhaps it only attests to the nature of a knight, to face ones opponent on equal grounds, but it's something that blaze holds great respect for either way.
but as much respect as she may feel, still focuses on the matter at hand, meaning to block lancelot's attack with another wall of fire when—behind her, a foot crashes into her ribs with enough force to send her flying.
the ring of flames that licks at the stone floor at lancelot's feet flicker, and even as blaze tries to adapt, he's too quick—the sound of glass smashing to pieces echoes through the hall as she crashes into—and then through the window. ]