A voice was whispering in Elise's ear, seeding doubts. She didn't know hardly anything about her opponent, and yet he had probably studied her extensively. He had a multitude of weapons, and she just her sword, and a small knife in her boot. He seemed utterly relaxed, sad even, as though he knew the outcome of this already, and it would be tiresome work to reach. Elise on the other hand struggled to stay steady, now that she was looking Valence in the eye, and knew that each intended the death of the other. She couldn't do this...
No. She refused to think that way. Even with the growling wyvern up above. She very much doubted they could ever have been friends. This man was capable of horrible, wretched things. Allies, perhaps, as Elise was willing to go to great lengths to maintain peace, as her father had taught her. Their kingdom was the most sought after and beautiful in the world, and they could not be drawn into senseless violence, lest they weaken themselves and allow what they'd cultivated to be destroyed.
This violence, Elise had to believe, was not without sense.
She ducked and evaded sideways away from the throwing axe that was flung in her direction. It might've still clipped her shoulder normally, but the amulet resting on her chest flared a soft shade of gold, as did small emblems upon her pauldrons, and the axe was redirected away from her body, bending its course in the air. Elise skidded to a stop, sliding a foot across the icy surface, and lowering her free right hand, touching fingers to the ground to steady herself.
"How could you save your people by murdering mine?!" she demanded to know. Anger, grief, and confusion melded in the expression written on her features. "Why would we help a cruel people such as yours?" She rushed forward, steeling herself as she eyed Valence's shield. It looked strong, but enchantments upon her armor would help her strength somewhat. There was no easy way around him, and she refused to let him throw more axes at her while she couldn't respond.
Shouting with the effort, Elise brought her sword in a heavy two-handed downward arc at Valence when she reached him, trying to break his defense. She intended to see if anger really could make her stronger.
No. She refused to think that way. Even with the growling wyvern up above. She very much doubted they could ever have been friends. This man was capable of horrible, wretched things. Allies, perhaps, as Elise was willing to go to great lengths to maintain peace, as her father had taught her. Their kingdom was the most sought after and beautiful in the world, and they could not be drawn into senseless violence, lest they weaken themselves and allow what they'd cultivated to be destroyed.
This violence, Elise had to believe, was not without sense.
She ducked and evaded sideways away from the throwing axe that was flung in her direction. It might've still clipped her shoulder normally, but the amulet resting on her chest flared a soft shade of gold, as did small emblems upon her pauldrons, and the axe was redirected away from her body, bending its course in the air. Elise skidded to a stop, sliding a foot across the icy surface, and lowering her free right hand, touching fingers to the ground to steady herself.
"How could you save your people by murdering mine?!" she demanded to know. Anger, grief, and confusion melded in the expression written on her features. "Why would we help a cruel people such as yours?" She rushed forward, steeling herself as she eyed Valence's shield. It looked strong, but enchantments upon her armor would help her strength somewhat. There was no easy way around him, and she refused to let him throw more axes at her while she couldn't respond.
Shouting with the effort, Elise brought her sword in a heavy two-handed downward arc at Valence when she reached him, trying to break his defense. She intended to see if anger really could make her stronger.