
Orange dust floated up from the edge of the cliff face and caught the breeze which disipated the dust into the vast valley beyond the cliff's edge. Brandyn's foot lifted again, kicking up some more dust into the wind behind him, he pushed off and jumped forward towards his 'assailant'. He knew that she had, with relative ease, put his back towards the edge of the cliff which put him at a distinct disadvantage. Regaining that advantage would be paramount.
One jump lead him to a point half way towards his foe, he lifted his blade as if to prepare to strike her in a downwards fashion, but instead planted his foot, dug in the sole of his shoe, and jumped over his assailant. Saber pointing down to prevent her from landing any strikes upward.
He landed, grin spreading across his face, and probably an unreasonable degree of hubris rising within.
"Like that, Master Noble?"
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Valery Noble
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