( this time he catches her. it's just a brief moment, the smallest of touches but the blade makes contact, a small cut as she pulls away.
and it's this that unbalances her. as her leg comes back down, mind already steps ahead for what she's doing next, her step is less steady than it should be.
it's strange. quill's felt the cut of a blade before, felt stronger injuries than this in war. for how minute the cut is the pain shouldn't feel like it's ripping through her as it does.
it doesn't stop her. small wobble aside, and a moment of pained expression, she's back to hitting out at him, punching low. she'll work now to disarm him, work in a series of strikes )
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and it's this that unbalances her. as her leg comes back down, mind already steps ahead for what she's doing next, her step is less steady than it should be.
it's strange. quill's felt the cut of a blade before, felt stronger injuries than this in war. for how minute the cut is the pain shouldn't feel like it's ripping through her as it does.
it doesn't stop her. small wobble aside, and a moment of pained expression, she's back to hitting out at him, punching low. she'll work now to disarm him, work in a series of strikes )