(OOC: Kind of unused to fight scenes. Still, will try my best. By the way, if you make any mistakes in your posts, obvious or not, be sure IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ll follow up on them. Write carefully, my pen you)
Raen grinned. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œWhat need have I for defense when I have speed?ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? She threw back, smiling. If Raen had one flaw, it was that she looked on fighting as a form of play. It stemmed from the fact that sheÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢d been trained from young in combat as a form of play, and sheÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢d gotten used to fighting while smiling.
On the other hand, it usually freaked out her opponents.
Raen watched the man. Glowing sword or not, her mentorÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s words echoed in her mind. Magic or not, well made or not, a sword is a sword, and has no special properties. It is the user who uses the weapon that makes it a dangerous.
She watched, viewing the way he raised his sword above his head, watched him start to swing it at her, watched his every minute move with the sword. Then at the last moment, when it seemed to late, when it seemed that he would cleave her in halfÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚Â¦
She whirled to the side, a blur of movement. In an instant, the manÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s sword cut through empty air. Still grinning, Raen laughed at the man as he turned again to face her. ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œAre we having fun yet?ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬? She asked, flicking her daggers around her hands yet again. Shifting into a slightly different stance, she waited for the man to attack again, having a good idea already of his speed and his strength. Novice or not, she knew that she had the upper hand, even if it was for a short time.
And that was something to hold on to.