Blackfeather Woods Oh good God, let me give you my life

Point for landing, no point for his next attempt!

 

He landed his initial blow. Though he did not count out the initial pang of pain that he felt, Asthen’s fury only heightened in his success. His pain and his successes would only fuel his dance, urging him to fight on. Nothing else mattered but feeling the sweet tang of his sister’s blood. He sure hoped that she would put up some sort or fight, as he was not one to enjoy the simple pleasures of a victory handed over.

She made her attempt to return his strike. Sliding out of the way quickly, Atshen avoided her attack. Without much time to re-compose himself, Atshen lunged forward in reply to her strike. Though he was confident in his every move, a bystander could surely see that he would not land the next blow.