Shana panted and swung her blade toward's Avon's side again, not wanting to injure him. She didn't see how fighting like this was useful, it was so easy to....seriously injure somebody.
Scar watched as Dimitri flashed around her, always moving. Impressive. "Good," she said. "But I want you to get used to being on the offensive. These beasts you're going to be fighting aren't going to bait you. They're going to rip out your heart. You have to rip theirs out first."
Dimitri frowned and slowed for a fraction of a second. Then, he swung his sword, still darting around to her side.
Avon held up a hand and turned to scar quickly, almost violently shouting, "They won't rip your heart out. They'll claw you to pieces, but you'll still be stuck together, and they'll make you scream for mercy, and you'll be crying, but they can't see it, because they're blind. You don't know anything about their attack patterns. You don't aim for the heart, you aim next to it. They'll dart to the left, and then, by consequence, it hits their heart."
Twilla watched with silent eyes. Eyes that still burned a little bit. Eyes that were full of fear. She hugged herself tightly, not trusting herself to open her mouth or let her hands swing free by her sides. She didn't want to get thrown out. She didn't want to have to go back. She tried to make herself as small as possible, hunching her tall frame forward.
Kayla did not need Avon to tell her that. She knew quite fine on her own what the beasts could do, she watched it firsthand.
"I know that you bigot!" Scar shouted back. "Stop scaring the newbies!" She swung viciously at Dimitri, meeting his blade in midair.
Shana watched as her sword met flesh--she couldn't stop. Avon had been distracted by Scarlett instead of meeting her blow. She winced as the blade cut him.
Avon had been about to shout back at Scar before he felt the warm liquid that was his own blood on him. He looked to where Shana's sword had met his flesh and shrugged, before lunging forward and holding his dagger to her neck. "Don't look like that. I've been through worse. I usually don't notice pain."
Shana flinched, not daring to move an inch while his sword was pressed against the skin of her neck. "Okay," she whispered.
((Are we still doing this?))
((waiting on adam))
((sorry i had been working on a research paper))
Avon pulled back and dropped back into a defensive position. "Go ahead," he sighed. "Attack again."
Shana shifted into an attack position and brought her sword up. She measured his movements carefully, then waited for the right moment. He was so focused, it would be hard to catch him by surprise. She suddenly swung forward, yelling.
Dimitri darted back when Scar's swing met his, going back to his constant motion, looking for another opening. He slid behind her and moved towards her right.