((Sorry for the delay, guys! Had a very busy week.))
[It’s daunting to be staring her down now, despite it being the outcome he had hoped for. The anguish painting her words is a hard counter to any sort of reason he might brandish against her. Still, there’s little time to even contemplate that when she’s lashing out at him now.
A swing like that is readable enough to someone who spent countless years fighting face-to-face with his opponents. A fist and a spear are different though, and with her size and desperation putting frantic speed into the swing, a proper side-step feels like it may flirt too close to the more dangerous end of that weapon.
So instead he steps forward as she swings, takes a hit from the spear’s shaft against one side in order to avoid that dangerous point and give himself an opportunity. He braces himself for the impact, but even still, it practically knocks the wind out of him. He grits his teeth, braces his feet as much as he can on the slick ground, and uses his gauntlet-wearing arm to pin the weapon there against his side. His free hand then darts forward to grab at the weapon and pull, aiming to either disarm or distract as Amos’s swing comes down from above.]
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[It’s daunting to be staring her down now, despite it being the outcome he had hoped for. The anguish painting her words is a hard counter to any sort of reason he might brandish against her. Still, there’s little time to even contemplate that when she’s lashing out at him now.
A swing like that is readable enough to someone who spent countless years fighting face-to-face with his opponents. A fist and a spear are different though, and with her size and desperation putting frantic speed into the swing, a proper side-step feels like it may flirt too close to the more dangerous end of that weapon.
So instead he steps forward as she swings, takes a hit from the spear’s shaft against one side in order to avoid that dangerous point and give himself an opportunity. He braces himself for the impact, but even still, it practically knocks the wind out of him. He grits his teeth, braces his feet as much as he can on the slick ground, and uses his gauntlet-wearing arm to pin the weapon there against his side. His free hand then darts forward to grab at the weapon and pull, aiming to either disarm or distract as Amos’s swing comes down from above.]