[ Lifting his shield against his side, her hit sweeps and connect high and solid with its surface, forcing him aside. It resonates through the metal, through bone. Allelujah circles in the direction she'd put him at, gaze bright over the edge of the weapon, drawing back a measure. He fights as though he could harm easily, should the circumstances be slightly different, but mindfully collars that instinct. Whether or not it's just for the sake of the exercise isn't clear.
Distance is on her side again as the ball of his foot slips back, the other anchoring. ]
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Distance is on her side again as the ball of his foot slips back, the other anchoring. ]