I took that step that I mentioned before, and it wasn’t a second to soon. But it was more than the step that proved to my advantage. Even though the weight of my opponent’s body after the trip was a reasonable cause to move it, there was also that nagging reflexive feeling. That pestering fly that buzzes around in your head until you do exactly as it wants you to. Well that fly saved me my leg, just as I brought it up a kick came out towards it. Just as it was three inches above the ground, the kick struck the upper shin instead of the base of my knee. Just as the kick landed, well… the foot was pushed further backwards, causing me to lean forward heavily but that only proved to my liking. A grin creeping across my features, as I ever so eloquently brought my sword down using the forward lean momentum to catch my opponent with his leg extended.
In the time the weapon would come down, I knew a dodge was in order that is why the grip of my weapon wasn’t so tight. That is why my arm was moving slightly at a deceiving angle. A trick of the eyes with that blaring sun behind me, with the distracting noise around me, in the midst of chaos I was in my own reverie a dream state that allowed me to focus somewhat. Though my senses were alive, I could still hardly block out the melodious tune of the dance of death. The song that played with each scuffling step, with each sword as it passed through the air cutting to its target. The dance that proclaimed justification for such malicious acts such as this one, for people of my occupation, yes I felt mercy, and no, I wouldn’t kill him I suppose that is what separates me from the killers that come into this cage for a kill.
It was a fight for survival, I knew it was a fight for my survival but in such cases adrenaline will block out common sense reactions. So that is where the other part of my focus was placed. Driving the weapon downward at that ever so slightly turned angle, so that if a dodge was in order I could easily cut the blade either way to make a change in direction, my lips curled as I aimed to follow my opponent in a simple strike. It was a two attack, the first to get the prey to move, the other to attack the prey when they think they have dodged. Though I also kept the weapon up at a waist level tilt at the pommel just incase I needed to flank and block.
My left hand adhering to the cause of my right which held my weapon, pulling the sword down further which would increase the striking speed, also it would increase the chances of me accurately moving the weapon out of the way, or in the way of an attack.