The thrust to the groin connected. She felt that sick sensation of the tip piercing through the flimsy cloth of his pants and into the soft skin it hid beneath, parting the flesh as if it were made of the water that surrounded them. Faelynn expected a scream, a yell--something!--but her attack was met with silence in the end. Not even a grunt of discomfort passed from the lips of the man in black.
That archer must have the pain resistance of a eunuch, I just attacked his twig and barries!
Even Seth Dahlios, with his immense pain tolerance, would be crouched over in severe agony, or at least checking to make sure he still had all his parts intact. Jared was probably cringing in fear right now. She doubted her boyfriend would let her near his twig and berries for the next week after she pulled a move like that. Well, if he could resist touching her for that long, which judging by his apetite, would not happen.
Fae began to think that somehow the attack had missed, but blood glinted on the end of Amalia a mere second before the torrential downpour washed it from metal.
When the thief stopped sliding, she found herself about two feet behind his back and quickly realized that the water level in their arena was rising and rapidly at that. She was practically swimming in her horizontal state!
Activating another of the enchantments on her boots with just a simple thought--thank you symbiotic relationship of awesome--Faelynn turned only to find the dull sheen of steel coming right for her. Green-gold eyes went wide. Instinct alone saved her from the brunt of the attack. She jerked her head back and the sharp tip, thrust hard toward her, slashed over her left cheek. Pain exploded down the side of her face as the blood spurted and flowed freely from the deep wound. A cry of alarm escaped her parted lips, but was swallowed by the ferocity of the storm.
Water slashed down her face, making it hard to see. She brushed it back and her hand came away pink and then quickly cleared as the rain washed it away.
"You'll pay for that." She growled loud enough for him to hear.
The soft planes of her face hardened, her eyes, normally dancing with light and amusement, turned dark with her anger and the throbbing pain that laced across her face.
Jumping up from the silty ground their arena floor had turned into, Fae tucked her legs up, then pushed down and came to rest on top of the thigh high water, well, more like hip high to her. She was on the shorter side. And it was still rising. Without the river slowing her down, she knew her opponent would have no chance. He couldn't dodge her thigh deep while she had the advantage of speed.
"When you do engage someone, don't toy with them." She once again heard Seth's words of advice. "Kill them as quickly as possible, you'll need all of your strength to survive."
Running across the top of the water, Faelynn whirled Amalia through the air and the rain. The curtain of water parted as she thrust the weapon down towards his chest. At the last second, she slammed her left hand into the butt of the spear and changed the thrust into an arch right for his throat, hoping to end him.