Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 3, 2017 20:12:18 GMT -8
Fenris found himself rather liking her father despite himself. "Jarl Abjorn, while I agree with your interpretation of battle whole-heartedly, you're daughter was met with a challenge most have no faced in centuries. She aquitted herself well, and did not fall into hysterics as even many men might have. The fact she even considered attacking it, is a testament to her valor even if it was misplaced, but it was not so misplaced she did not abandon reason in favor of pride. I have heard tale of her predecessors in the past, and though she is young in her post she aquitted herself well..." he said trying to give Eyla some credit and perhaps ease the discomfort of the moment. Though he knew he might treading on dangerous waters, he did not want to appear to be criticizing the Jarl for his responses to his own daughter, merely compliment her to mollify her. Though the compliment was sincere.
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Eyla Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 3, 2017 20:33:36 GMT -8
When Fenris cut Abjorn off, which Eyla herself was about to do, a look of confused horror graced her face and she mouthed, "Rolf... no." but it was too late and she knew it.
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Jarl Abjorn Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 49
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:20:27 GMT -8
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Post by Jarl Abjorn Volknir on Aug 3, 2017 20:36:48 GMT -8
The Jarl glared at him for a moment, he did not liking to be be interrupted and the flash of anger showed it. Luckily it was no outburst. He got off his high horse, "There is truth in what you speak. Even our best here would have had trouble not shitting themselves in the presence of a great ice giant." He leaned back in his seat before continuing, "Your quick to jump to my daughter's defense. Both in voice and battle it seems." He stroked his beard and smirked, "You don't have thing for her do you. I've seen that most men so defensive tend to have marriage on the mind." He eyeballed the two of them gauging their reactions, if nothing else he'll get a laugh.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 3, 2017 20:43:11 GMT -8
Fenris or "Rulf" rather noticed both the Jarls displeasure, and Eylas horror. He had "mispoke" and though he was not a commoner and by all rights had more authority than the Jarl that was not his way anymore. He would play the part of what he was playing, and like any good actor he would give the Jarl the due respect of a "common-man" feeling a bit put out. "I merely humbly speak the truth Jarl Abjorn." he said slightly uncomfortable as he scratched his eard a bit nervously. He had been warned by her. "You're daughter is indeed a fair Dame, and I would be lucky to have her as a wife of this I do not doubt." he said cleverly trying to evade the Jarls answer, he decided it seemed more towards to lean in that direction to his quick panic. "But! Um! I Urm... Well I do not think I would be worthy of her either of course or would presume to think I am a good suitor or umm..." was he making it worse? What was worse at this point even?
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Eyla Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 3, 2017 23:01:09 GMT -8
Eyla looked at the man with confused embarrassment. Sadly she had nothing to offer to help the man out of her father's ploy. Who knows, maybe he was serious about seeking her hand based off what he was saying. Still the man's obvious fluster and poor word choice created embarrassment for her too. She put both hands to her hips and gave him an evil eye, one that was graced by a blush, to try and press him further into his fluster.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 3, 2017 23:13:28 GMT -8
It seemed he had snared himself. Her look of embarassment and daggers almost made him wince and he let out a short breathe. "I did not come here seeking your daughters hand in marriage." he said relying on the truth this time. "To be honest I am not sure why I came at all, Captain Volknir offered me your hospitality... I thought it a strange request given the length of the journey from the Rhineburgh but I felt coming here was the right too do... Or so the wind said." an old phrase in the North. "Or so the wind says." as they say was a euphism for serendipity or following the path of ones wyrd. Though in Fenris' case he meant this a bit more literally, but they had no reason to see this. He looked at Eyla again, his dark brows furrowed in slight embarassment and apologetic to boot.
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Eyla Volknir
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 3, 2017 23:36:25 GMT -8
Eyla's dagger like stare relinquished itself at Fenris' words. She crossed her arms and turned more toward her father and less toward Rulf. Then she made a joke, or at least something was meant to seem like a joke, "Dangerous thing getting a Volknir woman's hopes up only to dash them away."
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Jarl Abjorn Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 49
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:20:27 GMT -8
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Post by Jarl Abjorn Volknir on Aug 3, 2017 23:41:40 GMT -8
The Jarl had watched Rolf's and Eyla's reactions closely, a rather large grin of amusement on his face. With Eyla's almost bitter joke, he laughed loudly. His deep bounding laugh even beat out the crowd of drinkers who looked their way. "You should watch out Rulf, I've pressed the matter several times but I haven't seen her act like that before." His tone shifted back to its more serious settlement, "Of course you're the only one she's brought home that has saved her life."
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 3, 2017 23:48:55 GMT -8
Once again he was left twisting in the wind. "Oh so you want me to marry you?" he just outright said it at this point, there seemed to be no wiggling out of this, even if it was a joke it seemed to be a mite serious. "Perhaps I just need a little convincing M'lady, nothing more attractive than a woman who knows what she wants." he said trying to adopt the same flippancy they both had garnered. He raised his hands again. "I'm not sure if its all that, if I did save her life it was merely through words rather than action but I am humbled by her and your own gratitude." he said.
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Eyla Volknir
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 4, 2017 22:23:02 GMT -8
Eyla raised her eyebrows and blushed slightly, his jab was well placed and hard to counter. Eyla regained her reserve then laughed softly, strangely a taste of menace in it, "If I wanted you that badly, you already would have known." She glanced sideways at him to see if he understood, most men were too daft.
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Jarl Abjorn Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 49
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:20:27 GMT -8
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Post by Jarl Abjorn Volknir on Aug 4, 2017 22:30:20 GMT -8
Abjorn coughed slightly as he was trying to take drink, he understood just what she meant and he really didn't want to. "Simmer down... Eyla, you're going to scare him away." It was a joke but a lot of suitors got intimidated by Eyla's bluntness and more or less ran away. The Jarl continued, "Rulf, you saved my daughter's life all the same. You are welcome at these halls now and always." He smirked a bit, "And if you wish you can try your luck at taming my daughter. Good luck though, it's hard enough to crack her armor and see who is still inside." He took another, hopefully wholesome, swig of his mead.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 4, 2017 22:55:05 GMT -8
"Oh? Well perhaps I have missed the signs then..." he said flippantly as if that sudden menace in her voice triggered something in him. His brows had furrowed ever so slightly, and his head cocked slightly. He had smiled at her remark, showing canines that seemed to be just a little too long and sharp. She had "Challenged" him in a subtle way, and he was responding. Somehow the whole thing had gotten oddly competitive to him at the turn of a hat, but he was much more comfortable in that particular arena and finally found his footing. Still there was a part of him that was still off guard.
"Well you're daughter is an interesting sort Jarl Abjorn..." he said looking at him. "I'm not sure to presume I am the man for her, and I will take your hospitality with sincere gratitude..." he said looking at the Jarl. He then looked at Eyla. "To be honest, it's been a long time since I've had a chance to practice my skill with weapons, perhaps you would be open to a bit of friendly bit of sport? I'll even let you keep the armor since your father says you're so attatched to it..." he said giving a subtle challenge of his own in the last remark.
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Eyla Volknir
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 5, 2017 0:07:10 GMT -8
Eyla faced the man and almost growled with a sudden determination, "How about we make it interesting? You win you get my hand in marriage. If I win, you swear an oath to Clan Volknir." She looked at him with serious expectation. This was a strange game of chicken they were playing.
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Jarl Abjorn Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 49
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:20:27 GMT -8
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Post by Jarl Abjorn Volknir on Aug 5, 2017 0:13:27 GMT -8
Abjorn's swig of mead was indeed not wholesome as his jaw went slack and he poured mead onto his lap. His one brow was raised above the other and his eyes were wide with shock. That was the closest thing to a marriage proposal that she ever offered. He eagerly awaited Rulf's own reaction. The Jarl quickly stopped pouring his mead onto his lap and offered a quick and quiet curse.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 5, 2017 0:25:09 GMT -8
He was once again put off, at the bluntness of her tone. He almost retreated, and adopted a somewhat shy demeanor. She had called his bluff, and given him an option. Regardless it seemed apparent she wanted him around eitherway. "Well damn..." he said furrowing his dark brows and scratching the back of his head somewhat embarassedly. "You're quite the little huntress springing you're little trap aren't you?" he asked. "And here I fell for it hook-line and sinker..." he growled. "But... I like that...." he said as he laughed. "I said I like a woman who knows how to get what she wants, and you certainly proved you know how to do that... I suppose I am at your tender mercies here and I have no choice..." he said pretending she was twisting his arm, but she was being provocative, and well it was a committment and that kinda freaked him out, but she was good at pressing buttons it seemed.
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Eyla Volknir
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 5, 2017 1:22:31 GMT -8
Eyla raised an eyebrow, "I'll be keeping my armor on then, a girl needs every advantage." She began marching out of the hall. The men seeing that she meant business hurriedly made way. Her target an area not far from the hall that was meant for exhibition fights and spars. The area was a large square cut into the wooden planks that paved this area of the settlement and filled with black sand. A single weapon rack was nearby with various weapons was near the square. She walked by the weapon rack grabbing one of the round shields and then stepped into the square. Already armed with her long sword and now a shield Eyla was ready to fight.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 5, 2017 1:34:21 GMT -8
"A little frightened are we?" he teased her then about her keeping the armor. He had learned much about her combat-wise believe it or not. She was manipulative and crafty, but also brave, stern, and stalwart. They were excellent combinations for a warrior and he had no doubt she would be a formidable opponent. He threw off his cloak to the side, revealing muscled arms which were bare at the shoulder of his sleeveless leather shirt.
He moved to the weapons rack perusing it, and settled on a somewhat popular alternative weapon of Midlandic make, though it had evolved from an earlier Norlandic design. The Krieg-Messer in his left hand had a hand and in his right he had a round shield, which he held by a leather rope strap in his fist, the steel boss central in the traditional norlandic design of wood and leather. He walked into the circle standing a "respectable" 8 feet from her though in terms of combat it was awfully close just enough for either of them to make a move before things got a bit more personal.
The "Door-Shield" as brought up at his right side, his right fist cocked back a bit as he hoisted the weapon to bring its face at his flank, and aligning its front rim with her. His left leg slid forward slightly, and his left arm also cocked back a bit but bent to align the blade forward towards her over his shoulder. He hunkered down slightly, knees bending as he lowered his center of gravity and tucked his head. His left hand shifted slightly swaying the blade in a subtle broken-rhythm not unlike the tail of some predator monster. Indeed his movements themselves were strange, as he began to "pace" around her right side, his crouch was a bit low as well, but he seemed more comfortable than he should have been in such a position, more nimble. It was almost... feral. He did not attack though, he merely stared at her, waiting for her to take a position...
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Jarl Abjorn Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 49
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:20:27 GMT -8
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Post by Jarl Abjorn Volknir on Aug 5, 2017 15:51:16 GMT -8
Abjorn quickly followed, hefting his own blade upon his shoulder as he stood. He announced with joy, "Come on men, we have a show to watch!" The hall followed behind him bringing with them their drinks.
Before the fight could start Abjorn had created a crowd. It was large enough that several in the settlement began to come to observe the fight and word was spreading quickly. Eyla's skills had been enough to top everyone in the clan in combat save her father and the people loved to watch her exhibitions.
Abjorn stood at the edge of the sand pit, which was rimmed with darker stained wood compared to the rest of the wooden construct they stood upon. He set his blade tip down into the wood and placed his hands upon it's pummel. Some of the people began making bets and Abjorn told one, "100 silvers on Rulf." The man looked at him confused but took the bet regardless. Abjorn then cheered for his daughter, "Show him what the Volknir's are made of! Ha ha ha!" His eyes watched closely the battle soon to begin.
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Eyla Volknir
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 5, 2017 16:23:32 GMT -8
Eyla raised her shield to her left side, its rim pointed forward. Her shoulders were relaxed back and her left foot was in front of the other, a ninety degree angle to each other with heels separated about an inch. Her left side was slightly angled at Fenris and her sword pointed out to her right aiming at the sand, her arm at a slight angle with it. The stance was open, an invitation to her opponent. Under all her armor Eyla's muscles tensed slightly, ready to react to Fenris.
(ooc) quick note: Her helmet is not equipped.
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Fenris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 5, 2017 16:40:07 GMT -8
Her stance was disciplined, and stern but her form was good, she knew how to fight, this might actually be a challenge, but he did not intend to lose. He smiled, as he turned his right side towards her, bearing his shield before him. Her slight turn to her left had not left her "quite open" and he knew it, but he had to start somewhere. He closed in leading with his shield seeking to simply get past her swords reach while his own was reared back, where he would seek to press the face of the shield towards her, and bar the paths of her own blade and shield. His own off-hand weapon was lowered slightly, but his semi-crouched stance maximized his coverage his turned head saw his eyes peeking just over the rim, and to Eyla for a fleeting instant if she met that gaze she might see a golden predatory shine that was so quick it might have been imagined.
(ooc note: He doesn't attack outright, he simply moves in and seeks to take an advantageous position by imposing his shield and keeping his blade ready.)
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