[It's a start, something that might be skill, with practice and time. Her eyes are intent on his body, his shield, and the satisfying sound of leather on metal.
A hit, though not one on his body. Good. She draws it back, with a flick of her wrist, and goes for another pass, underhanded. In a way, she is warming up-if only warming to the idea of using the whip, rather than the shield she had been moments before their interaction started. She does not know how he will react over time.
But she is interested to see how far she can push him and herself before this round is over.]
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A hit, though not one on his body. Good. She draws it back, with a flick of her wrist, and goes for another pass, underhanded. In a way, she is warming up-if only warming to the idea of using the whip, rather than the shield she had been moments before their interaction started. She does not know how he will react over time.
But she is interested to see how far she can push him and herself before this round is over.]