Training Grounds - Afternoon
Dust exploded beneath their boots as the two figures collided, Lumberling's spear clashing against Aurelya's rapier with a resonant clang that echoed through the courtyard.
Aurelya blinked in brief surprise. 'He parried that?' For a Quasi-Knight, that alone was unexpected.
But that was where the surprise ended.
Aurelya, a True Knight and a mage besides, was stronger, faster, sharper. She drove forward, her blade whistling through the air in arcs of lethal precision. Lumberling didn't meet her head-on. He didn't have to. Instead, he flowed, ducking, weaving, dancing just outside her reach.
"Are you going to keep dodging me forever?" she called out with a smirk. "Come on then, sweety. Don't be shy."
Lumberling let out a low laugh, sidestepping a sweeping arc. "Didn't think you were the clingy type."
Her brows twitched. Amusement bled into irritation. 'He's mocking me while running?'
