Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-28358106-20160818212001

Jorge stumbles forward, expecting to feel the solid thump of the waster on his armor, but it never comes. He stops and jerks his head up to see what has happened. Aurum is standing, her sword held strangely, its odd angle and slight tremor obvious, her expression a mix of trepidation and concern. His anger rises when he sees she has actually ''backed away. ''

He yanks his helmet off and glares. Aurum's voice is shaky as she points down to where his foot had caught. For a few moments she loses her composure, her true age showing ever so slightly.

 "Y-you did that on purpose!  You knew that deadfall was there!  Y-you...I...it..."

 Her voice trails off when he says nothing and keeps staring. She turns her head and looks away. She knows she was given a chance and failed to take it. If nothing else, Jorge thinks, she has stamina. She would be a great swordswoman if she only learned from her mistakes.

She backs up two paces and returns to her stance, as she has done hundreds of times before. "Very well, Lording.  I'm ready." Her posture is correct, her grip is fine, her voice is firm. But he can see in her eyes that she will get no farther today.