01-29-2018, 12:07 PM
With the meditative state a gone the man was much easier to read, but still the man was eager to take her up on her query. Aria smiled sweetly as he handed her his very own sword. What better way to kill a man than with his own weapon. She had almost wished Borovsky had died that way. But her sword through his body had been worth it. His blood on her hands. It was a shame the Regus hadn't died the same way.
Aria readied with a simple bow. The man before her was of Asian decent. And an honorable man. Aria held the simple sword in front of her, it wasn't as heavy as hers. Nor was it as special. She was certain beating a lock open would dull the blades edge. Aria wanted her sword back.
Under normal circumstances Aria would play meek and coy but she charged into his space with his sword trying to make him react - to make him defend himself. Aria assumed the emptiness as Father Dimitri had taught oh so long ago and felt the sword in her hand, and the man in front of her. The world around her was defined at a mere glance and Aria was one with the sword, it was an extension of her arm.
High, low, always moving, Aria wanted to make the swordsman in front of her dance.
Aria readied with a simple bow. The man before her was of Asian decent. And an honorable man. Aria held the simple sword in front of her, it wasn't as heavy as hers. Nor was it as special. She was certain beating a lock open would dull the blades edge. Aria wanted her sword back.
Under normal circumstances Aria would play meek and coy but she charged into his space with his sword trying to make him react - to make him defend himself. Aria assumed the emptiness as Father Dimitri had taught oh so long ago and felt the sword in her hand, and the man in front of her. The world around her was defined at a mere glance and Aria was one with the sword, it was an extension of her arm.
High, low, always moving, Aria wanted to make the swordsman in front of her dance.