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Lace glared across the arena at her opponent, her fingers twisting uneasily around the hilt of the shortsword. She was used to simply intimidating her opponents with her sheer size and bulk and failing that, Lace would often resort to a swift cuff against the side of the face to keep bothersome twits from pressing their luck. But Rhargn was nearly her size and not very thin either...and when any opponent held a weapon, the chances of getting a quick cuff against his head was going to be unlikely...at least at first.
She grunted as he shouted across at her, her mouth widening into a hard grin. Apologizing? He was apologizing to her? A bark of a laugh, its tone slanted towards mocking, erupted from her and she shifted on her feet, crossing one in front of the other as she cautiously watched his approach. He was going to make the move and that was fine with Lace. She'd see how he moved and if he left any prime areas open...a tactic she had learned to employ during street brawls.
As the cloak flung towards her, Lace moved aside, though her thick frame was not capable of quicker, lithe movements and she caught the cloak on the tip of her sword. She cursed, shaking at the blade and stumbling backwards a few paces as she saw his arm swing about, mace coming at her full speed. It missed...barely...and she snarled at him as his mace retreated in the direction it had come before it was finally back in its starting position, his first stroke missing. Although the cloak still hung at the edge of her blade, she took a few quick step forward, swiping the steel and cloth towards his head.
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