Especially when that blow hit her right side-- "Jesus christ ow!"
Balthazar hissed at her, for her weakness and to keep her guard up, his voice an uncomfortable lecturer in her mind.
"You're doing good," she reassured with a nod, swinging her ringblade along her wrist. "You've got a good eye for picking out weak spots, girly!" She turned on her foot, bringing Balthazar around the side, hoping he'd connect-- and felt the familiar weight of metal against a fear shield.
Excellence.
[[ hp// 14 - 6 = 8
damage done// 11 - 6 = 5
charges// 1/3, 1/2, 9d4 ]]
rown
I SWEAR IMMA TAG YOU IN ALL THE THINGS TODAY biggrin