[He's been evasive the whole time you've known him, Lucina, I don't know why you're surprised, now.
He'd stepped back to get the chance to watch her swing. Get a feel for her range. But he wastes no time in closing the distance, after he dodges the initial softball she'd thrown him—trying to take her biggest advantage away from her. He ducks forward forcefully with a swing at her shins—aimed more to force her to move, to keep her from getting grounded, than it is to really hit.
(But the blade swings slower than he'd like. He marks it.)]
Not that easy. C'mon, Princess, I'm not made of glass.
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He'd stepped back to get the chance to watch her swing. Get a feel for her range. But he wastes no time in closing the distance, after he dodges the initial softball she'd thrown him—trying to take her biggest advantage away from her. He ducks forward forcefully with a swing at her shins—aimed more to force her to move, to keep her from getting grounded, than it is to really hit.
(But the blade swings slower than he'd like. He marks it.)]
Not that easy. C'mon, Princess, I'm not made of glass.