Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-28358106-20160819000947

Jorge pushes inward. By experience, he can see that she doesn't know what to do. She is leaning back, and her eyes don't move, but he can tell that she's thinking too much, trying to decide what to do. He takes his opening and puts his foot behind hers, and pushes. Her eyes go wide, and she falls...

With a sudden gust from her wings, she jerks back, instantly righting herself and pulling backward. Jorge's sword slides down into nothing, and he starts to pull back---but she's already lunging forward again. She swings downwards on his open side, where it would have connected, but she misjudged the distance and swings short. He reaches out to catch her with his arm, but she is already past him...to his back.

She spins and swings down reflexively. He blocks his back with an overhead guard, and there is a sharp, splintering sound. Little bits of wood from her waster rain down on his front side.

He turns and sees her stepping back, looking at her broken sword...she doesn't seem to realize that she has just used her wings in practice for the first time. She acted instinctively---and she was fast. Unnaturally fast. He remembers that her wings are capable of magically propelled flight, making her far faster than an actual Demon.

"I apologize again, Lording," she says miserably. "I...lost my footing.  And I broke my sword.  I'll ask Ferra to make a new one for me." She turns and goes to a nearby stump and sits, taking off her padded armor.