[First blood in the fight, and he's the one to draw it. He feels euphoric, because this, this kind of fight is what he's wanted, this, he realizes, is what he's been training for. But it carries him away and too far toward the assassin's attack to get out of the way again. Try as he might to hold his blade in place to parry, he's pushed back, hissing, unable to stop the katana from meeting his skin. His eyes are wide and bright from the pain, but there's no fear in them.
He doesn't slow down though. Can't yet. Freezing up just because he's been hit, Tyr taught him, will only give the enemy the chance to hit him again. So with a long motion he brings his blade straight down toward the other's head.]
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He doesn't slow down though. Can't yet. Freezing up just because he's been hit, Tyr taught him, will only give the enemy the chance to hit him again. So with a long motion he brings his blade straight down toward the other's head.]