XavierDantius32 vs Lightcaster

Adrienne smiled at the rather dynamic approach, the smirk concealing the laugh she would have let loose in any other situation. Despite this bold claim, this man was clearly an amateur. The dramatic runs and slides were the work of a child. All the expirienced swordmen Adrienne had encountered in her life had been like predatory felines. Lazy and laconic, but incredibly skilled and deadly when part of the hunt. This man was like an otter cub, undeniably powerful, but reckless.

The sabre strike aimed at her leg and shoulder had been designed for a katana. A completely different weapon and way of striking. The sharpness of the Katana made the laido a one hit kill. The sabre, however well balanced was a fencing weapon, designed for a protracted battle of stabs and slashes. Adrienne swept her left leg back, clearing it out of the strike's arc, beating the strike away with a firm arm. The affect of this would be two-fold. Firstly, the strike would be deflected from lacerating her shoulder. Second, it would halt all momentum of the arm, leaving him stranded and over extended.

With a brief grunt, Adrienne lashed forward, extending her empty left hand to try and grasp his sword arm. Due to the elevation of the hulking tree-trunk, Kynne would be over-extended and off balance. The beat would add to this, allowing her a fair chance of commanding his sword arm. Providing the grab was successful, she would yank the sword past her, and lunge over the top his guard, sword slashing for his unprotected throat.

If she missed the arm, Adrienne would strike for the sword arm and shoulder, in the hope of using the Sabre's curved tip to open up the muscle on the upper arm, rendering the arm useless.

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