Here we go. Let Jace post next. Neela and Enzo are in the sparring rings which aren’t that far from the court, Pala and Fayne will probably be able to hear them from where they are. Also not that Neela isn’t wearing her armour, hopefully that’ll but Pala and Fayne a bit more at ease.
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A loud clang echoed throughout the clearing and Neela stumbled backwards, grimacing at the pain in her arm as at jarred from the blow, adding to the not inconsiderable amount of strain already put into it by previous blows and the sheer weight of the heavy shield she was trying to hold up. Neela and Enzo had only been training for about half an hour and she had already decided that shields weren’t for her; she was far too small and her strength lay in knowing where to hit an opponent to weaken them, not in pure physical strength. Neela’s own mace she had borrowed from the armoury had been lost long ago, knocked out of her hands and so she was now on the defensive, able to do little more than block and dodge Enzo’s swings.
Still any knowledge was useful knowledge and Neela never knew when she might find herself needing to use a shield in the future so she soldiered on, gritting her teeth and locking her arm as Enzo swung his mace again, Neela jerked her arm and managed to catch the mace on her shield. Neela let out a loud yelp as her arm buckled under the force, sending the edge of the shield crashing into her thigh.
”Aggh, dammit!” Neela swore holding her leg and battling with the distinct suspicion that there was a hint of karma involved here. Neela and Enzo had been training together fairly often in the last two weeks and for the most part, Enzo had been helping Neela work on her hand to hand combat in preparation for the collie attempting to join the brotherhood. This meant that Neela had also been winning rather a lot of fights recently, speed and experience trumping even Enzo’s size and strength when the weapons were stripped away. Certainly Enzo likely wouldn’t be complaining about winning one of their fights for once; in fact she had the sneaking suspicion that he had had such in mind when he brought up the topic of Neela giving shields a go for something different.
After a few moments of rubbing her thigh Neela could stand again and rose up, baring her teeth in a mock snarl that had a hint of a grin to it, ”Cmon then, lets get goin’” she shot over to Enzo, jumping forward and thrusting the her shield towards him, trying to get at least one hit in on him before she was defeated.
