FIORA: Draven’s little speech bounced off Fiora like it was nothing and she brandished her rapier with a cocky grin. Her feet took an offensive stance and her arm extended her rapier forward. “That’s nice. Since you talk yourself up so much, don’t disappoint me.” she chuckled with her eyes locked in him.
–”Oh, it’s on, pretty lady.” His chest puffed up, with the pride of a lion’s. Unsheathing one of his axes from his back, in one moment it was still, in the other it was spinning in his hand at high velocities. “Kinda sucks you’re gettin’ all worked up for nothin’.. but you know, Draven doesn’t decline a good fight, and he never puts down someone who’s askin’ for it!”–
The duelist arched an eyebrow after a moment and only returned to her smirk. “Are you stalling because you really are afraid of me? You shouldn’t make a lady wait.” Fiora taunted. Her movements were swift and precise as she lunged forward towards him.
--The Executioner dashed to the side as Fiora went for the first strike. Spinning axe ready in his hand, he released a confident laugh as he threw the first one at her. “Stalling? Why, I’d never!” Draven.. for someone built like him, was extremely, extremely fast. Something about the adrenaline from catching the sharp, spinning axes pumped him up to an unreasonable extent. He fully expected Fiora to deliver on her end, so this should be fun.--
