A friendly bout. (Battle, closed)

[Christoph]

"Oh, sorry about that," Chris apologized. "I meant to aim a little higher." He waited for Heather to return to a readied stance before he prepared for his next attack. He’d chosen to stick with his balanced stance, though he was now remaining slightly mobile by circling around. The real purpose for this was to keep the sun out of his eyes, rather than to achieve any sort of positional advantage.

“Anyway, yes, let us continue.” With that, Chris stepped forward as he did with his opening offensive. He flicked the tip of his sword forward and town again in another vertical strike. This time, however, he pulled back at the last second and hastily twitched his wrist to swing the sword around and down at a wide angle, aiming a strike at her hip.

[Tigurio_hatesHer]

She bent sideways, letting his sword slide past her hip, then brought the bottom of her staff under the blade, she pushed out and closed the distance, spinning opposite the sword to close and bring her elbow to his chest. Also, raising her right foot in front of his groin, she bourhg her elbow back hard and swift.

[Christoph]

Chris didn’t take any real measures to avoid her elbow. The main reasons for this were that he didn’t expect it to hurt quite as much as it did and because he had a potential kick to the groin in the near future to worry about. Once most of the air was forced from his lungs, however, he realized that he should have chosen a more comprehensive defensive plan.

“You’ve gotten stronger,” Chris gasped, right before taking a swing at the side of her head with his spoon.

[Tigurio_hatesHer]

Heather spun away, her hair flying around her, blooming like a flower. Coming to a stop a leg's distance from him, she set the bottom end of her staff into the ground, taking a conqueror stance.

"Do you yeild?" She asked, knowing in all likelihood he still had some fight in him. She seldom kicked Chris between the legs, and even fewer times threatened it without carrying through. As she waited for him to recouperate, she took a swig from her water-skin.

"Come on then... if you're not going to give up, try to beat me!" she said, bouncing up and down to keep her legs warmed up.

[Christoph]

Christopher’s answer came in the form of a quick backhanded second swing with his spoon at her head as he adjusted his sword so that it was perpendicular to the ground in a defence position.

“Well, you’ve been practicing, no doubt,” Chris replied, retreating back a step after the spoon swing, his sword still in a defensive position. “And sure, a sword can’t quite cut it against a staff. But I’m certainly not about to give up just yet.”

[Tigurio_hatesHer]

Heather pulled her head back as the spoon came across, the tip of it just barely missing her nose.

She stepped close, positioning herself for a staff blow to his legs, but also, seemingly unwittingly, leaving her head exposed to his spoon arm again.

"Apparently, you just don't learn..."

[Christoph]

Chris rotated his sword 90 degrees and brought it down to block Heather's staff. It wasn't an easy task, however, because the weight of her staff against the weight of his dueling sword created a significant amount of kinetic energy in Heather's favor. Christopher's sword arm was forced to exert considerable effort just to keep the blade from recoiling at him.

In quick retaliation, Chris struck at her face with his spoon once again. This time, however, he opted for a fast, direct attack rather than a wide swing.

[Tigurio_hatesHer]

Spinning to the right as the spoon slapped her cheek, she let out a small cry of pain as she fell, slowing her fall by first falling on her knees, then rolling on her arms, she held her face. Blood trickled down from her cheekbone, into her hair.

"Aaah!" She cried out, seemingly in pain. "You cut me!" tears welled in her eyes.

[Christoph]

"I'm sorry," said Chris, examining his spoon before tossing it onto the ground. He hadn't realized that it was that sharp. He felt a twinge of guilt as he stepped over to her. "Are you all right? I didn't mean to get you with the edge." Chris lowed his sword and walked up next to her.

[Tigurio_hatesHer]

Heather was sitting up now, propped up on her right hand with her left holding her cut, a little bit of blood still dribbling out. Chris was on her left, and she balled her right hand into a fist without him noticing then swung into his gut.

"You let your guard down..." She muttered just before she swung.