09-17-2012, 02:00 PM
Amy snuggled under his chin, chuckling at his words. This would be lots of fun. It always was with him. She didn't even hold back, just enough to make sure that when they did strike each other she wouldn't end up dead, and neither would he. This game would require a lot more finesse than other fights, of course. Most of the time it was as simple as trying to strike the other without using full force. The goal of simply cutting the clothes off would require near perfect control.
Slipping over to the weapons Amy looked them over, humming softly as she examined each one. A short sword was pulled off and fitted around her hips before two beautiful glistening daggers were pulled off, etchings along the blades. That didn't make them any less sharp, the workmanship masterful. Testing the balance Amy turned, slipping them into their sheaths strapped to her forearms. Walking up Amy smiled softly. Shall we begin? Just finishing her sentence Amy flipped her dagger, moving to make the first cut into his jeans.
Slipping over to the weapons Amy looked them over, humming softly as she examined each one. A short sword was pulled off and fitted around her hips before two beautiful glistening daggers were pulled off, etchings along the blades. That didn't make them any less sharp, the workmanship masterful. Testing the balance Amy turned, slipping them into their sheaths strapped to her forearms. Walking up Amy smiled softly. Shall we begin? Just finishing her sentence Amy flipped her dagger, moving to make the first cut into his jeans.