He spins, getting his saber blade back between himself and the Shield. It is agressive from the start, no coy build-up or feeling out of opponents. Both of them are striking with the certainty that the other will block (or that if they can't, they deserve to take the hit).
Ravus' blade seems more suited for a style based on finesse, but that is not how Ravus fights. He strikes hard, bearing down on his enemy with all his strength, holding nothing back. No taunting words, just growls and grunts as he strikes, blocks, strikes again. Sparks fly, and sweat forms.
It's a relief, to be able to channel all of his frustrations into his blade like this. No need to think, no need to dwell. He can let this dance between himself and Gladiolus fill his mind and distract him from everything beyond this arena.
That is, until his strength begins to flag, cutting through the euphoria of battle.]
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He spins, getting his saber blade back between himself and the Shield. It is agressive from the start, no coy build-up or feeling out of opponents. Both of them are striking with the certainty that the other will block (or that if they can't, they deserve to take the hit).
Ravus' blade seems more suited for a style based on finesse, but that is not how Ravus fights. He strikes hard, bearing down on his enemy with all his strength, holding nothing back. No taunting words, just growls and grunts as he strikes, blocks, strikes again. Sparks fly, and sweat forms.
It's a relief, to be able to channel all of his frustrations into his blade like this. No need to think, no need to dwell. He can let this dance between himself and Gladiolus fill his mind and distract him from everything beyond this arena.
That is, until his strength begins to flag, cutting through the euphoria of battle.]