11-29-2011, 01:07 PM
Amy didn't need a further invitation. Her movements were smooth, almost passing as a trick of the light. Not one inch of movement was wasted, each contained to spend the least energy possible. Unlike the flashy show she'd done before, Amy's movements became understated, hiding the true skill beneath it. A warrior would be able to see the true difficulty in the movement, but anyone else watching would make the mistake of thinking it child's play, easy to do and easier to dodge.
With one dagger Amy aimed to slice open the hand, making it difficult to move. The other dagger was a shadow behind it, a mimic to keep harm from coming. Attempts to grab the dagger or harm her arm while she struck out would be met with a quick retaliation, striking deeper into the flesh. Her balance was perfect, ready to push her forward or leap back with a single shift.
With one dagger Amy aimed to slice open the hand, making it difficult to move. The other dagger was a shadow behind it, a mimic to keep harm from coming. Attempts to grab the dagger or harm her arm while she struck out would be met with a quick retaliation, striking deeper into the flesh. Her balance was perfect, ready to push her forward or leap back with a single shift.