[The first swing made at Amos only further emboldens her; it’s a moment of split attention from their foe that means Gavial can press forward as recklessly as possible. She doesn’t spare her own attention toward seeing how her friend fares with the attack, both out of confidence that he could handle himself and a lack of quick options that could immediately spare him.
But of course, the thing about a double-bladed weapon is that it’s all too easy to make a follow up swing on the opposite front. Just as Gavial figures, Alice knows how to put these blades to use. Her initial thoughts of a tackle get pushed to the wayside when the weapon swings low for her and cuts easily into her upper thigh. It’s a sharp sting that has her further gritting her teeth with a hiss as she adjusts to levy most of her weight to her other leg. But she can’t let this stop her forward progress. Even if it means letting the weapon cut deeper into her, it’s a worthy exchange if it lets her get her hands on Alice.
Gavial’s no stranger to taking a beating. When deployed to the field not as a medic but as a soldier, she excelled at fending off multiple foes at once to keep the heat off of her companions. A position like that comes with its share of getting bloodied, and her Arts were key in making that happen. On-the-fly healing and bolstering of fortitude can go a long way in the heat of the moment.
So she calls upon that experience, tells her brain to ignore as much of the fresh blossom of pain spreading from her leg as possible. It helps that the Zenites are so thoroughly focused on their goal in this moment. Single-minded focus like this makes for a good anchor. She pushes forward and lets that blade cut deeper, hands outstretched and aiming for her main sword arm and the weapon’s centered grip with the intention of either disarming her or attempting to hold her arm still enough for Amos to seize an opening to brandish iron against bare skin.]
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But of course, the thing about a double-bladed weapon is that it’s all too easy to make a follow up swing on the opposite front. Just as Gavial figures, Alice knows how to put these blades to use. Her initial thoughts of a tackle get pushed to the wayside when the weapon swings low for her and cuts easily into her upper thigh. It’s a sharp sting that has her further gritting her teeth with a hiss as she adjusts to levy most of her weight to her other leg. But she can’t let this stop her forward progress. Even if it means letting the weapon cut deeper into her, it’s a worthy exchange if it lets her get her hands on Alice.
Gavial’s no stranger to taking a beating. When deployed to the field not as a medic but as a soldier, she excelled at fending off multiple foes at once to keep the heat off of her companions. A position like that comes with its share of getting bloodied, and her Arts were key in making that happen. On-the-fly healing and bolstering of fortitude can go a long way in the heat of the moment.
So she calls upon that experience, tells her brain to ignore as much of the fresh blossom of pain spreading from her leg as possible. It helps that the Zenites are so thoroughly focused on their goal in this moment. Single-minded focus like this makes for a good anchor. She pushes forward and lets that blade cut deeper, hands outstretched and aiming for her main sword arm and the weapon’s centered grip with the intention of either disarming her or attempting to hold her arm still enough for Amos to seize an opening to brandish iron against bare skin.]