in another life- another time- he would have recognized this fight for the disadvantage it was, between the glaive's longer reach and momentum. that the weight of jing yuan's blow was not something to be weathered carelessly, a fact only furthered by the heft of a weapon once forged by hands now too numb to remember the feeling of hammer and heat.
seeing it again stirs nothing but a faint recognition somewhere in the back of blade's mind as he flows with the repel, arm stinging with vibrations even in the deflect.
(and, somehow, that seems... sad.)
the thought is tossed aside, as unwanted and unneeded as a leaf twisting haplessly in the wind. he knows without seeing that jing yuan has flowed seamlessly from a block into a follow up attack. it is in the way he steps, the way his body shifts in aged grace that was so lacking those many years ago. movement refined by a grown man's precision and experience. he braces himself in the very disadvantage he knew was to come, having stepped into the other's ideal range, and catches the glimpse of lightning too late.
there is no avoiding that little bit of trickery- Jing Yuan-! as it slams into the edge of shard sword and sends an unpleasant jolt of pins and needles up his hand- numbing already leaden fingers as his stance is pushed back a step. it is unlike him to merely take a blow so head on- such a thing would have meant defeat back against his "master" after all, so that he did so now is merely testament to carelessness. that he thought he might take advantage of his curse to end this quickly.
how foolish of him. things are never so simple with this man.
it is an impasse that only weakens him, as he holds his ground and glares into those golden eyes, lightning shivering up his skin and alighting along old wounds- sparking nerves of pain. so it is against reason that he steps into the lock, pressing weight into the hold even though his is a strength that cannot match against the general's as they are, closing that already tenuous gap even just a little bit further.
if it is a matter of trickery, jing yuan is not the only one with long sleeves. pressured, the guandao's weight with the added weight of the shard sword must strain one's stance.]
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in another life- another time- he would have recognized this fight for the disadvantage it was, between the glaive's longer reach and momentum. that the weight of jing yuan's blow was not something to be weathered carelessly, a fact only furthered by the heft of a weapon once forged by hands now too numb to remember the feeling of hammer and heat.
seeing it again stirs nothing but a faint recognition somewhere in the back of blade's mind as he flows with the repel, arm stinging with vibrations even in the deflect.
(and, somehow, that seems... sad.)
the thought is tossed aside, as unwanted and unneeded as a leaf twisting haplessly in the wind. he knows without seeing that jing yuan has flowed seamlessly from a block into a follow up attack. it is in the way he steps, the way his body shifts in aged grace that was so lacking those many years ago. movement refined by a grown man's precision and experience. he braces himself in the very disadvantage he knew was to come, having stepped into the other's ideal range, and catches the glimpse of lightning too late.
there is no avoiding that little bit of trickery- Jing Yuan-! as it slams into the edge of shard sword and sends an unpleasant jolt of pins and needles up his hand- numbing already leaden fingers as his stance is pushed back a step. it is unlike him to merely take a blow so head on- such a thing would have meant defeat back against his "master" after all, so that he did so now is merely testament to carelessness. that he thought he might take advantage of his curse to end this quickly.
how foolish of him. things are never so simple with this man.
it is an impasse that only weakens him, as he holds his ground and glares into those golden eyes, lightning shivering up his skin and alighting along old wounds- sparking nerves of pain. so it is against reason that he steps into the lock, pressing weight into the hold even though his is a strength that cannot match against the general's as they are, closing that already tenuous gap even just a little bit further.
if it is a matter of trickery, jing yuan is not the only one with long sleeves. pressured, the guandao's weight with the added weight of the shard sword must strain one's stance.]