[If pressed, Gavial might just say that going toe-to-toe with new opponents might just be her favorite kind of fight. Not that it stops her from getting excited for repeat matches against someone, but there’s nothing quite like the unique thrill of trying to puzzle out the opposition’s style, speed, and arsenal. Opponents back home on Terra could have any number of tricks up their sleeves, but by the very nature of how things worked here in Kenos, a tussle with someone out here had the potential to go beyond her imagination. And that is why there is a gleeful grin on her face here—circumstances are finally providing her with a real, serious fight where someone might be willing to pull out all the stops.
Byleth still has the speed on his side to dodge her strike, and she’s watching his movements with a keen eye as she tries to right her stance after her axe crashes down on nothing but air. But rather than pull back again like she expected, instead there is a spark of flame blossoming between them. Well, well, Mr. Stoic here knows some Arts! She backsteps from the sudden heat of it.]
Ohhh, flashy!
[A quick quip riding a delighted laugh that gets cut off as he lunges for her with his knife. Instinct has her jerking her weapon upwards to catch it—but his weapon is lighter and his strike quick. There’s a metallic clang as it glances off the metal haft of her axe, but the motion is awkward and the blade manages to graze an arm as she pulls away from it. First blood goes to Byleth. How fun!
He’s not the only one who can mislead with one move and follow up with another, though. Gavial’s axe is hefted once more in what would be another similar downward swing from the same side, but the motion doesn’t revert towards him—instead, she almost seems to turn away and her long crocodilian tail lashes out from her left to strike at him.]
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Byleth still has the speed on his side to dodge her strike, and she’s watching his movements with a keen eye as she tries to right her stance after her axe crashes down on nothing but air. But rather than pull back again like she expected, instead there is a spark of flame blossoming between them. Well, well, Mr. Stoic here knows some Arts! She backsteps from the sudden heat of it.]
Ohhh, flashy!
[A quick quip riding a delighted laugh that gets cut off as he lunges for her with his knife. Instinct has her jerking her weapon upwards to catch it—but his weapon is lighter and his strike quick. There’s a metallic clang as it glances off the metal haft of her axe, but the motion is awkward and the blade manages to graze an arm as she pulls away from it. First blood goes to Byleth. How fun!
He’s not the only one who can mislead with one move and follow up with another, though. Gavial’s axe is hefted once more in what would be another similar downward swing from the same side, but the motion doesn’t revert towards him—instead, she almost seems to turn away and her long crocodilian tail lashes out from her left to strike at him.]