[ How he responds is odd, to a watchful eye. Allelujah moves silently in time with her, a careful glance of footsteps to the right. Though they circle one another, the chilly overlay of the weapons' echoes still in the room, his actions are more cerebral than instinctive. For him, this is a mental balancing act as much as a physical.
Allelujah's elbow crooks on the next attack, meeting it on its side. The shield's rim tilts in sharp contrast to his stance, leaving half of him exposed: ribs, the underside of one arm, hip, knee, calf. A decent representation of risk for gain. ]
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Allelujah's elbow crooks on the next attack, meeting it on its side. The shield's rim tilts in sharp contrast to his stance, leaving half of him exposed: ribs, the underside of one arm, hip, knee, calf. A decent representation of risk for gain. ]