also, crap post.
She was expecting that he would be able to dodge her attacks, and yet she found herself frustrated when it actually happened. It reminded of the last two fights she'd been in, and how much of a failure she'd been. Alma let out a huff, and moved forward for each step he took back. When it seemed as if she was close enough, she lunged forward and swung with her dagger. She was not focusing on just his arms or legs now, she just wanted to get a shot in.
Adrenaline flooded her veins, spurring her forward when he dodged once more. The grin he gave she took as a challenge, and something in her made her respond with a playful smirk, as if to say 'I'll get you eventually, old man'. Something she might have said out-loud, had she not been focused on the fight.
Alma was unaware that Ithiel was younger than her - from his solemn attitude, she thought he was older than he looked. If she had to guess, she would say he was about her age or older. If the truth ever came out, she would be quite surprised; doubly so considering he knew so much about combat.
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