[Gavial will never tire of pulling out that trick. Such a second-nature move for her is something that catches most people (especially around here) off guard. Usually it’s just funny when it’s a more amiable fight, but in instances like this its a very handy surprise.
Still, there’s a quickness to her opponent that nearly renders the tail strike ineffective, but there’s the satisfying feeling of impact as it catches him at the last moment and steals away his balance. She can tell he’s a seasoned fighter though; she had been banking on going for another swing while he tried to regain his footing, but he makes the smarter move of following the momentum in order to regain some of that precious distance. How lucky to have found someone who knows their stuff!
Another flash of fire follows as she begins to give chase, and though its aim is a lot more haphazard than the first, she opts to pull back as the sting of the heat brushes against her. She’s shrugged off fire Arts before, but she’s in no rush to push the dubious advantage she had for the moment. Instead she… eases off, just for the briefest of moments. Takes a glance down at the trickle of blood running along her arm even as Byleth gets a steady foothold once again in their mossy battlefield.
And then she’s off like a shot in his direction again, heavy axe held one-handed with the blade held close to the ground. There’s no heed paid to the way her hurried steps cause the glittering acorn they’re fighting over to go skidding farther down the mossy branch—her eyes are focused only on Byleth as she runs in, posed with the intent to… tackle?]
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Still, there’s a quickness to her opponent that nearly renders the tail strike ineffective, but there’s the satisfying feeling of impact as it catches him at the last moment and steals away his balance. She can tell he’s a seasoned fighter though; she had been banking on going for another swing while he tried to regain his footing, but he makes the smarter move of following the momentum in order to regain some of that precious distance. How lucky to have found someone who knows their stuff!
Another flash of fire follows as she begins to give chase, and though its aim is a lot more haphazard than the first, she opts to pull back as the sting of the heat brushes against her. She’s shrugged off fire Arts before, but she’s in no rush to push the dubious advantage she had for the moment. Instead she… eases off, just for the briefest of moments. Takes a glance down at the trickle of blood running along her arm even as Byleth gets a steady foothold once again in their mossy battlefield.
And then she’s off like a shot in his direction again, heavy axe held one-handed with the blade held close to the ground. There’s no heed paid to the way her hurried steps cause the glittering acorn they’re fighting over to go skidding farther down the mossy branch—her eyes are focused only on Byleth as she runs in, posed with the intent to… tackle?]