Anatoliy nodded at her question, shifting his bones into a more defensive position. Legs bent, as he was taught, to dodge a blow or something of the such, he watched the woman. It seemed as though neither could really move, especially since they were unaware of each others skills. In a fight where the two combatants knew one another, it was easier, but took much longer to start. At times, the one to move first would lose because of how well matched the skills were. But sometimes, one could get very lucky and win, despite starting first. Besides, this contest was already decided. Anatoliy could not possibly win, not if he was going to do the proper thing for the woman.
He needed to take the first move. "Hope I do not hurt you," he said, lunging forward in an attempt to get the combat going. The movements felt rusty to him, for he had not sparred, or wrestled, for quite a bit. A long voyage across the sea would do that, with little time for that kind of diversion; it only made one hungrier and emptying the food stores was a definite no-no. Anatoliy reached out his hand in an attempt to grab at Anann, figuring he could get her on the ground in a show of his attempt to defeat her. Though, his movements were slow, and surely the woman would notice it.
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