[It's loud, over the sound of their breathing. The chimes almost remind her of home, in the strangest of ways.
But she doesn't let up. As he backs up, she presses forward, her whip moving to strike his shield again, his shoulder, before her arm moves back, golden eyes still on his person.]
Do you yield this round?
[It wouldn't be a bad idea, she thinks. The whip is a 'light' weapon compared to some, but his arm may still a quick check over.]
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But she doesn't let up. As he backs up, she presses forward, her whip moving to strike his shield again, his shoulder, before her arm moves back, golden eyes still on his person.]
Do you yield this round?
[It wouldn't be a bad idea, she thinks. The whip is a 'light' weapon compared to some, but his arm may still a quick check over.]