Hoshor Plains reflections

An agreement is met, and Evergreen is pleased. Yet he finds himself worrying about the balance between too much and too little; Ira would take advantage surely if he isn’t careful, or his strikes light.
Ready, he whispers under breath, and lowers his own stance—centering his weight as he begins to circle towards Ira’s left—keeping her in his vision and guarding his own blindside.
With a twist, he moves towards her, aiming a glancing blow towards her left shoulder.