[ In a controlled environment, there is nothing if not the ability to push the boundary here and there. Or as controlled as it can be, with a complete stranger on the opposite end of a weapon poised for him. Allelujah meets the attack with a swift duck, the whisper of the leather loud as it sails past him. A risk for a risk, this time — only half of him is so cool and rational, prone to thinking. Go, Allelujah. — is what the other half says.
Using his crouched stance as an anchor point, he pushes off and starts at her, pooling weight into his shield arm. It's a blunt tactic for a blunt weapon, dependent on if he can get by the length and speed of the whip. ]
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Using his crouched stance as an anchor point, he pushes off and starts at her, pooling weight into his shield arm. It's a blunt tactic for a blunt weapon, dependent on if he can get by the length and speed of the whip. ]