06-28-2009, 08:45 PM
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Hemming was quite enjoying the banter between them, and though he had no words with which to respond, a wide grin crossed his face. He was pleased that his attack had made contact, though the exclamation of pain made him wince a bit. The wolf barely had time to revel in the little victory before the other's stick was flying at him again, streaming right towards his legs. Hemming's own stick was still being retracted from his own attack, and there was no way he was going to get it over to his legs in time to block the swipe. In a moment of vulnerability, he tried to take a step backwards, but the attack came too fast and the stick contacted his thigh with a thwack.
He stumbled backwards a few steps, caught his balance and steadied his stick again. "For my future kingdom!" the wolf cried out, both for his own motivation and an attempt at valiance. He lunged forward again, swinging his sword from the top down in an attempt to catch her off guard and perhaps hit her shoulder. Alack, his attack was neither as swift nor as strong as hers, and as he started to grow tired this was becoming more obvious. The wolf delighted in the play, anyway, and the fun was by no means diminished by his lacking skill. |