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crescentview2023-01-11 02:54 am
yourlenore) wrote in crescentview2023-01-11 02:54 am
summer catchall
Who: Mishka & some poor unfortunate souls
What: Bingo et al.
When: Summer
Where: Anywhere
Warnings: NSFW & insects
Sometimes I feel tenderly
opened up, wet and revealed as if cut
in two.
Summer day 12
It's not often Otegine gets to draw his blade against someone with a dagger, let alone multiple. But the challenge keeps him on his toes, a dance of trying to keep distance and knowing when to aim a thrusting blow, when to try and sweep his foe's feet from out under him, when to block and leverage and try to give Mishka as little opportunity as possible.
Of course, things were never that simple. He's a slippery one, this guy... and Otegine finds himself delighted, even if he's heaving for breath by the time they stop, a hand lifting his shirt off his stomach to wipe the fabric against his mouth and face, spear held at a passive lean against his other arm.]
That should keep me sharp for now. You've got a lot of guts, Mishka. It's been a while since I've ever fought a person that was so bold with a dagger in their hands.
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Mishka is quick on his feet and quick to react, but the length of this pole and the sweep of its fast-coming blade caught him off guard more than once, and, at times, he's felt it was only reflexes alone that carried him through. Otegine is a skilled wielder, this Mishka can see; he has known men who have practiced their blade as city watch, and he has known men who grew up with a dagger out of desperation.
Rare is it for Mishka to meet with a man who knows combat, truly moves with a rhythm of battle. By the time their spar comes to a close, Mishka is no better off than Otegine, and he wipes the sweat from his brow with his arm. )
I hadn't expected such a swift assault when you first stepped up with your weapon of choice - I haven't experienced such thrill in some time.
( Skilled with thrusting, indeed. He also hasn't had the satisfaction of someone who looks quite so good wiping off sweat, but that's neither here nor there. )
It was you who kept me sharp, I'm certain - but I'm glad to have been of aid. Ah... I think I'm near spent in the sun for a time. But I'd be pleased if we could do this again.
( He does a fancy little spin of his daggers before he holsters them, moving back to lean against a tree... The exhaustion that colors him here is sun exhaustion, mostly. Today the sun is hot. )
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[He's done that once already, thanks. No need for a repeat. He'll look up to gauge the slow coloring of the sky, the bare hints of afternoon fading.]
The sun should be going down soon, at least. Maybe the ocean air will be kind to us.
[He finds an equally shady spot to plop down into the grass with a labored exhale, drawing out a cloth to start wiping down his weapon. After a moment, though, he pauses, looking over his shoulder back to Mishka.]
Ah... while we're out here... Do you have your card with you? The one the goddess handed out to everyone.
Maybe we can make the best of our time for this.
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He's quite relieved for the sinking sun after such a brutal afternoon, though, and he palms a bit of remaining sweat off his forehead. He could only hope the cooling air would be just as kind as Otegine suggests. )
Bingo, hm? You're certainly productive.
( Not that he's complaining. He shakes out his hands a little before he fishes for the pocket with his card, offering it to Otegine. He doesn't seem he cares much about whether Otegine sees what he's completed, and what he has left to do. )
Pick whatever you'd like. I'm partial to just about any of them.