(closed) IT'S THE EYE OF THE TIGER, IT'S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT

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WHO: Knight Enchanters Amsel & Voss
WHAT: girls spar day
WHEN: mumbles vaguely
WHERE: AN APPROPRIATE TRAINING ARENA
NOTES: Nothing specific yet, but probably some internal emotional dramatics from at least one of them at some point lbr.

( They speak but barely. In Chantry Relations meetings, as necessary. Polite nods exchanged, the awareness of Voss' position as assistant to Knight Lieutenant Coupe, the faint tension of fairly well opposed personalities. Voss struck her as irreverent, but she could not say that the view was unbiased, and so she does her utmost to disregard her own opinions. What she can say is that they are not friends, but that is not especially unusual; Herian is not terribly gifted at making friends.

But here they are, both extremely good at their chosen specialisation within their time at the Circles, both in different ways. It was inevitable that they find it necessary to spar together to push themselves.

Sparring with their spirit blades rather than wood or metal also felt more natural, somehow, more like the weapon was an extension of her.

Herian only rarely strikes first in battle; better to let the opponent move first, assure that battle cannot be avoided by other means, than being the one to first lash out. Such ideals cannot always be held up, but they can be aspired to, at least. It barely matters in a spar, even less when it is underway, and the clash of magic given shape is a strange sound.

She grits her teeth, pushes back against the blade, trying to force Nell to stagger back. )

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i am a slow

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( It has been a while since she fought against someone so skilled with a stave as Knight Enchanter Voss appeared to be, and she certainly cannot think of a time when she has seen a spirit blade wielded thusly. It is impressive, she thinks, shows an imagination not all possess; of course, when a weapon is being swung at ones ankles may not be the time to contemplate on the skill involved.

Herian's spirit blade may seem dull and conventional by comparison, but at least she has speed. She jumps high to avoid feeling a strike to her ankles. Her spirit blade slashes in a downwards diagonal, where it might cut a line from Voss' left shoulder to right hip, if it struck true. )