Testing Sword Fight Writing Like a Conversation
Setting: just the fight, open field, training hall, something non-lethal
A, fights with shorter blade, something with some body to deflect (saber, short sword, dussak, etc.).
B, longer blade two-handed (longsword and minium, probably something closer to a montante or "greatsword").
B's sword makes large, looping passes as it sweeps through the air. It's for show more than anything, even so, better to be outside it's reach than in. A paces left, then right, B has a circle the length of a man around him secured more tightly than a fortress.
"Even if he stops swinging that thing around like a ribbon dancer, it's still out ranges my blade by a forearm," A thinks to themself.
A tries a testing lunge. Poorly timed, their sword, hand, and arm are turned 90 degrees by a ringing blow from B's weapon.
A deflects a follow-up chop from B at the last second, bracing their blade with two hands and staggering from the force
A steps back a full pace out of range of the greatsword
B takes a half step forward, a waltz between the two
One two, a sword tip denied
Three four, a probing thrust shut down
One two, a whining swing from the larger blade
An opening at the top of one of B's ranging swings, not enough to get a swing in, but just enough to get uncomfortably close.
B watches and waits. He knows A's going to try something stupid. "It's their nature," he assures himself.
Could he have just stood his ground and used his weapon like spear, yes, but there's so little flair to that, and it's always about the flair. So he again he loops his sword around and....
A moves, fast as they can
B sees the charge and accelerates his swing
A sees the greatsword begin to move, they brace, sword against bicep, arm curled into a triangle, knees ready
"This is it," they both think
The larger blade impacts, the shock is stunning. Like a stone down a cliffside, a tree felled by axe, or a thunderclap.
B feels his arms jutter from the sudden stop, then something else. A pressure, a throb in his face that keeps getting worse
A's fist finds its mark square in his jaw. It wasn't a great punch, but it would do. As B staggers A presents their sword to the side of his neck
