Uasal
The Swiftest Shot In The West
Jeanne D'Arc
The metallic scratching soon began again as the pole and sabre met. The demon was skilled in swordplay and if history was to be believed then she was more than a threat to heaven. However, Jeanne hadn't spent the last few hundred years lazily! She was practically a master in the art of using her flag! No, she was a master at using her flag, and she wouldn't tolerate being disrespected and looked down upon any longer!
With a deep breath, the saint calmed herself and took a moment to asses the situation, Anastazia was right, the flag had always kept her out of reach. But that wasn't something to scoff at, no it was a strength in its own right and Anastazia would come to accept that by the time Jeanne was done here.
With a soft smile and even softer tone, Jeanne replied "Un porte-drapeau avec la volonté de faire ce qui est juste et équitable. Surely a trained warrior who's seen war knows of the power a flag bearer wields. Surely you in all your experience knows better than most a mere wave of a flag is enough to turn the tides of a battle! You fell at the hands of France before! You will fall again! Témoin moi!"
With a quick thrust followed by a lightning fast retreat of ten paces, Jeanne created a gap between the two a gap she immediately took full advantage of. Any advancement Anastazia attempted to make was met with a flurry of thrusts that forced her back. How exactly would she counter this?
"Cyka Blyat!"
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