Killigrew
Magnificent Humanicorn
The stance Jakob had prodded and wrestled her into was rigid as an ice sculpture through Mal's body. She kept it trembling-still as Jakob and Armel exchanged dialogue, concentrating on memorizing exactly the width of her feet, the angle of her back, and the extension of her arm. Mal's lungs started to burn, and she gasped in a breath, her leg jerking forward as she did. She pulled it back in, glaring at it, thinking at it to stay in line. Her head raised as Jakob announced their sparring. She nodded to him, taking a step towards Armel and raising her sword again.
"Yes, Sir Jakob." She said, breaking her gaze from Armel for a moment before returning her attention to the spar.
Sword over shoulder... She mulled over the words.
Stepping forward again, she raised the dull blade and let it fall in a chopping motion, her expression pensive as it cut through the air, falling towards Armel's perpendicular wrist.
"Yes, Sir Jakob." She said, breaking her gaze from Armel for a moment before returning her attention to the spar.
Sword over shoulder... She mulled over the words.
Stepping forward again, she raised the dull blade and let it fall in a chopping motion, her expression pensive as it cut through the air, falling towards Armel's perpendicular wrist.