Post by Little Sparrow on Aug 26, 2010 5:34:14 GMT -8
Cloti watched as the fox shifter as he reached down. She was unsure as to what he was doing, but as she saw him reach into his boot she could guess; it wasn't the most ingenious trick, but a mere second later, the sunlight glinted off a piece of metal, almost as fast as an arrow, but not quite there yet. It was the shock that helped her to be able to avoid the blade as it whizzed past her left ear, almost severing a few strands of hair.
Well, he certainly was stronger than he looked.
She raised an eyebrow, flicking her gaze backwards for a moment to inspect the knife; a well-balanced and obviously well-used throwing knife, buried up to the hilt into the limestone. Not only did the shifter have a good aim, he had power too; more power than she had. Making the connection, she decided that it must have been the fox influence, making his reflexes and probably dexterity superior to hers. There was no way that she could beat him now, but his technique was good.
Turning to Jaime calmly, she resheathed one of her blades, leaving Feather, the lighter blade in her hand. Along with that, Kenyon did not seem to want to take her on; it was probably for personal reasons. While Cloti wanted Kenyon to take her on, she did not wish to go against his personal choice for fear of upsetting him; after all, he was a voluntary trainer. "Alright," She turned to Kenyon, "I shall entrust Finch to you. Mainly because I am not so skilled in the region of martial arts." The avian shaman pulled a corner of her mouth up in a half smile. "Also, I can see that he does have some respect in regard to your skills." She nodded, stepping aside, but keeping the blade in her hand. Never unwise to be prepared.
Well, he certainly was stronger than he looked.
She raised an eyebrow, flicking her gaze backwards for a moment to inspect the knife; a well-balanced and obviously well-used throwing knife, buried up to the hilt into the limestone. Not only did the shifter have a good aim, he had power too; more power than she had. Making the connection, she decided that it must have been the fox influence, making his reflexes and probably dexterity superior to hers. There was no way that she could beat him now, but his technique was good.
Turning to Jaime calmly, she resheathed one of her blades, leaving Feather, the lighter blade in her hand. Along with that, Kenyon did not seem to want to take her on; it was probably for personal reasons. While Cloti wanted Kenyon to take her on, she did not wish to go against his personal choice for fear of upsetting him; after all, he was a voluntary trainer. "Alright," She turned to Kenyon, "I shall entrust Finch to you. Mainly because I am not so skilled in the region of martial arts." The avian shaman pulled a corner of her mouth up in a half smile. "Also, I can see that he does have some respect in regard to your skills." She nodded, stepping aside, but keeping the blade in her hand. Never unwise to be prepared.