Darth Pyrrhus
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It would appear the Hand was as business-oriented as he was. "Certainly" - after the exchange of a few chosen words, the two were off. Vrag moved forwards to close the gap, her blade igniting. Darth Pyrrhus immediately reached for the hilt of his own blade. It found the firm grip of his left hand, and hissed to life in return. Crimson on crimson. The all-consuming darkness of both pitted against the other.
She had the advantage of knowing the terrain. Though he was familiar with swamps and the like, he did not know this one, nor had he cared to take much note of the specifics. His mind had been far too focused on the fight to come. Perhaps it was a touch of arrogance, Pyrrhus relying too much on his racial benefits. He was used to always having an image of his surroundings. However, as it hadn't been a priority of focus, subtle details were lost on him. The existence of one puddle of hungry mud behind him was one such detail.
Though the Firrerreo was more experienced, that did not simply mean he'd immediately submit to that notion and allow her to dictate the pace of the fight. Perhaps a slight edge could be gained by him attempting to challenge her expectations, breaking the norm of expected response. If not edge, perhaps salvation. When she made the faux lunge against him, he mimicked the act, and did the same. Of course, he had expected it to be a genuine attack and not a mere feint. While her intention might have been to guide him towards a certain movement pattern, he instead stepped towards her with a very real counter. Though her intent had never truly been to have their blades connect at this juncture, surely now, both stepping towards one another, they would.
There was no complex combination or sinister agenda behind Pyrrhus' first strike. It was a simple sweep, aimed to knock her lightsaber to her right. In a perfect world, this would leave her core open while having his blade on the inner side of hers, closer to her body. He hadn't stopped moving, but followed up with an additional step in towards her. The plan was to intimidate her with a sudden invasion of her personal space, urging her to withdraw, simultaneously as his blade would bounce back from hers, coming back towards her right side in a quick swing. It was an aggressive move. Time would show if it was also a short-sighted one.
[member="Vrag"]
She had the advantage of knowing the terrain. Though he was familiar with swamps and the like, he did not know this one, nor had he cared to take much note of the specifics. His mind had been far too focused on the fight to come. Perhaps it was a touch of arrogance, Pyrrhus relying too much on his racial benefits. He was used to always having an image of his surroundings. However, as it hadn't been a priority of focus, subtle details were lost on him. The existence of one puddle of hungry mud behind him was one such detail.
Though the Firrerreo was more experienced, that did not simply mean he'd immediately submit to that notion and allow her to dictate the pace of the fight. Perhaps a slight edge could be gained by him attempting to challenge her expectations, breaking the norm of expected response. If not edge, perhaps salvation. When she made the faux lunge against him, he mimicked the act, and did the same. Of course, he had expected it to be a genuine attack and not a mere feint. While her intention might have been to guide him towards a certain movement pattern, he instead stepped towards her with a very real counter. Though her intent had never truly been to have their blades connect at this juncture, surely now, both stepping towards one another, they would.
There was no complex combination or sinister agenda behind Pyrrhus' first strike. It was a simple sweep, aimed to knock her lightsaber to her right. In a perfect world, this would leave her core open while having his blade on the inner side of hers, closer to her body. He hadn't stopped moving, but followed up with an additional step in towards her. The plan was to intimidate her with a sudden invasion of her personal space, urging her to withdraw, simultaneously as his blade would bounce back from hers, coming back towards her right side in a quick swing. It was an aggressive move. Time would show if it was also a short-sighted one.
[member="Vrag"]