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It was good that he wasn't too much bigger then she was. While Kenasoya relied absolutely on her speed - she didn't much look forward to the eventual blow that would penetrate her guard. Light eyes flicked over the dark elf in curious examination as he advanced - what would he lead with? The lead hand.. the back leg? It could be anything.. elves were always so tricky. With a wry smirk she lifted both her hands in a direct mimic of her competitor's stance and waited, confident that the wiley elf would approach with a leading attack.
.. and then it came ..
A kick! Gods - it was a kick! Sliding backward as the blow came into her field of vision, Kenasoya attempted to lift her left leg in order to at least minimize the blow - should she fail to complete dodge it. What a coward! Bastard son of a dwarf! The woman inhaled an audible gasp as the kick came streaking toward her knee, to take such a blow sure on would inevitably be crippling!
The girl's next reaction was entirely dependant on the success of her avoidance - Kenasoya was made of tough stuff, but a broken knee would be tough to say the least. If she was dexterous enough to avoid or at least lessen the immediate thread of the elven kick, a vicious right hand jab was prepared to immediately lash out at her cowardly opponent. Should she not be so lucky, the coming counter attack would be foreshadowed by the instinctive lowering of her torso as she flat charged the elf, attempting to shoulder ram him into the ground. Elven heritage might be good for dexterity.. but it was hell on weight.
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