[ Words are squeezed out from behind grit teeth as his body exerts itself with each new strike, his offense challenged by Kaladin's stalwart defense as his blade slides against a well-wielded spear. If it were a true fight, he'd recognize that his own approach is insufficient. He'd change, grow more aggressive and rely much more heavily on his elemental magic to break through a perfectly controlled defense that burdens Kaladin with no needless movements. It's so damn clean.
And that's why he continues the barrage of blows, some sweeping low, some lunged at his middle, and others arcing high – because this is a test for both of them. He wants to see how he fights and how long he can keep up with this pace that sends a line of sweat down his back and a flush into his face. He wants to learn from what a true spear-master can do. ]
O–oi! You said no magic... what the hell do you call that, huh? [ The Sylspear shifts not to give Kaladin any unfair advantage but to increase the challenge for both of them, and now it's Noctis that's suddenly forced into a reactive position. He's on the back foot, and with a dip in stamina thanks to his last assault and Kaladin's sudden switch-up he has to take his own measures.
That strike hits air tinged with blue crystal as he uses a pinch of his own magic to side-step at the last second, sword raised defensively where he materializes. ]
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[ Words are squeezed out from behind grit teeth as his body exerts itself with each new strike, his offense challenged by Kaladin's stalwart defense as his blade slides against a well-wielded spear. If it were a true fight, he'd recognize that his own approach is insufficient. He'd change, grow more aggressive and rely much more heavily on his elemental magic to break through a perfectly controlled defense that burdens Kaladin with no needless movements. It's so damn clean.
And that's why he continues the barrage of blows, some sweeping low, some lunged at his middle, and others arcing high – because this is a test for both of them. He wants to see how he fights and how long he can keep up with this pace that sends a line of sweat down his back and a flush into his face. He wants to learn from what a true spear-master can do. ]
O–oi! You said no magic... what the hell do you call that, huh? [ The Sylspear shifts not to give Kaladin any unfair advantage but to increase the challenge for both of them, and now it's Noctis that's suddenly forced into a reactive position. He's on the back foot, and with a dip in stamina thanks to his last assault and Kaladin's sudden switch-up he has to take his own measures.
That strike hits air tinged with blue crystal as he uses a pinch of his own magic to side-step at the last second, sword raised defensively where he materializes. ]
Hold! Hey, hold for a second...