She was wearing armor, true. Studded dragon hide armor with a hole in the left shoulder - and now the dragon hide deflected most of the damage offered by Haytham's sword, but not the strength of the blow. The breath went out of Elissa when that fierce blow hit, but did not fully penetrate the hide. Dancing backward, her expression darkened.
"SILENCE! I will no longer listen to your lies. My father trusted you!" Elissa darted forward with a flurry of attacks from her short sword-sized dagger and her hunting knife. The lengths of the blades were shorter in this configuration than she was used to wielding and she had not yet fully accomodated for the shortened range of attack. Most all of the blows fell very short, though they did put up a flashing, slashing screen.
His voice... was different. He spoke her name in a different way than Howe's dripping disdain. Well, well. Bryce Cousland's little spitfire. All grown up and still playing the man. said Howe's voice in her head, an echo of that last night at Castle Cousland before it was set aflame by betrayal and death.
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"SILENCE! I will no longer listen to your lies. My father trusted you!" Elissa darted forward with a flurry of attacks from her short sword-sized dagger and her hunting knife. The lengths of the blades were shorter in this configuration than she was used to wielding and she had not yet fully accomodated for the shortened range of attack. Most all of the blows fell very short, though they did put up a flashing, slashing screen.
His voice... was different. He spoke her name in a different way than Howe's dripping disdain. Well, well. Bryce Cousland's little spitfire. All grown up and still playing the man. said Howe's voice in her head, an echo of that last night at Castle Cousland before it was set aflame by betrayal and death.