Friendship is full of bumps and bruises [Tagging Mordred]

[rogueinladysclothing]

The nice part about being friends with someone who's equally bad at it as you are, is that the friend doesn't ask questions when you suggest strange things.

Like using each other for weapons practice.

After an hour of shooting rocks at a tree while Mordred read over his orders again, Amelia pushes herself to her feet and holsters her slingshot. They've been waiting for a messenger to arrive, but with midday long since past, it's beginning to look like the new orders her companion was meant to receive aren't coming today.

"Come on," she says softly, trying to lessen her disturbance of the quiet of the woods they're in. "We've been sitting for too long today. I need to practice or I'm going to lose my finesse." With that vague statement settling in, she draws her rapier and gauche, nodding to the open, flat space next to their makeshift camp. "Draw your weapon and fight me."

This is a terrible idea, but somehow that doesn't occur to her in her boredom.

Comments

[cadcamlan]

He needs to get rid of that gauche. It really is an unnecessarily irritating wrinkle to his usual style--if what he does can be called a style.

The soft sound on his lips is the huffing frustration of a wild dog more than anything else. His weight is thrown into arching their crossed blades down again, shoulder angling to slam against hers.

[rogueinladysclothing]

His sudden closeness makes Amelia an easy target, as being close to anyone, even in the heat of battle, makes her uncomfortable. The check to her shoulder causes her to stumble back and fall to the ground as the momentary shock begins to wear off. That's a little too close for her tastes, which means she needs to start paying more attention to what he's doing in anticipation of his next movements.

As he advances on her again, she pulls her blades close and tumbles to one side, rolling to her feet with ease. She readies her blades for whatever blow he tries to land next before turning the gauche over in her hands and trying to thrust the pommel into Mordred's stomach. It won't wound him, but if she can knock the air from his lungs, she can make it a more interesting fight.