Diarch Rellik
Lord of the Diarchy
The spear came toward his ribs, forcing Rellik to deal with it instead of capitalizing on Braze's momentary tangle in the cloak. His hand shot out, fingers locking around the shaft mid-flight with a dull thock that shook the flowers beneath them. The impact vibrated up his arm, but the catch was clean.
He let out a breath, more amused than irritated.
"You really are impossible," he said as he stepped past the cloak's shifting folds. "I'm bleeding all over this meadow, you're half-wrapped like a gift someone opened too early… and you still find time to flirt."
The smirk that followed was small, but very real.
He shifted the spear into a reverse grip, Conviction angled low in his right hand, the two weapons forming a clean, aggressive cross-line frame.
Rellik's eyes narrowed slightly, the humor threading into something quieter, sharper. He recalled his cloak and let Braze free. He had begun to enjoy the mans humor, fighting, and demeanor. They were obviously an incredible warrior. The Diarch wanted to see more. Not stab him trapped in his cloak. Honestly, the man himself was not sure if his spear or saber could pierce the cloak anyway.
"Don't worry," he murmured, tone light in a way that absolutely wasn't necessary. "There is only one person I want wrapped up in my sheets." The words were given with the most obnoxious smirk.
"Show me more of your techniques." - At that exact moment the Diarch went for a swift twirling Djem So attack with his spear and saber.
OOC NOTE: - Imagine Anakin in Attack of the Clones fighting Dooku with his and Obi Wan's saber <3