jehannanmage:
on the bright side
“With a dagger inside…? Woah, how coooooooool!”
How innovative! Was it a damsel who’d come up with the idea? Some bright lady in need of some manner with which to defend herself from ne’er-do-wells in the streets? Or maybe it was some regal chap, a private eye with a nose for snooping where he didn’t belong, a real penchant for getting himself into trouble. A blade in a parasol - or a cane, even - would be less conspicuous than a dagger out in the open…
Ah. He was getting carried away. Like. Super carried away.
“Well, there’s always a first for everything,” Ewan teased with a grin and a twinkle in his eye, gripping his ‘weapon’ just that little bit tighter lest she knock it right out of his hand. A solid heft to her ‘blade,’ he’d do well not to underestimate her. Mind, he was more speaking for himself, given his past experiences attempting to wield any kind of non-magic weapon (atrocious, each and every one of them), but hey, he’d do his best to put up some kind of fight, at least.
> Roll: Nat 20! OvO
If Ewan had anything going for him here, it was that he was light on his feet-although that certainly was not to say that Larcei wasn’t- and, he definitely had a streak of mischief and curiosity both in him, each a mile long. And given what bit he’s seen of her swordplay… he’d need to take what advantages he could.
“Woah!” he glanced abruptly to the right, in mock surprise. “Who’s that!”
He lunged. And then… thwack!
A smack aimed square in the side.
Larcei glanced to where Ewan looked, seeing nothing and receiving a whack for her efforts. Gods, his attack hadn’t been gentle either.
“Hey! That’s unfair!” She hated to say it, but she’d been tricked. Such an obvious ruse too, how could she not be a little annoyed? She was used to fighting opponents head on, not these dastardly tactics.
Well, Ewan wasn’t the only person with tricks up his sleeve… Larcei tried to form a plan in her mind of how she could make her next attack. Something cool, something impressive. Then it hit her! (an idea, not an umbrella).
In theory, it was a great idea! She’d start to swing, holding the umbrella in her right hand. Then, when he was trying to block her attack, she’d quickly throw it to her left hand, and hit him where he least expected!
In practice…
> Roll: 3!
She threw the blade, but struggled to catch it, the sword slipping out of her hand. By the time she had control, Ewan had caught on to her attempted feint, and completely dodged everything. Damn.
“Slippery.” She commented, making an attempt to justify her failed attempt. “You ever tried sword-fighting with your worst hand?” It could be a fun challenge, if you didn’t drop your blade instantly.









