His strength was unbelievable and her muscles were already so, so sore. But Asuka would not relent to him. She would sooner see her skeleton turn to jelly than give him the satisfaction of beating her. And she wasn't about to give ground in their verbal duel, either.
"Please," she hissed through locked teeth. "You're lucky I came instead of him. The way you're fighting right now, you wouldn't have lasted very long."
Seemingly in response to the insult, he raised his foot, intent on smashing the very bone in her feet. But she snatched her foot backward, peeling her blades away from his at the same time. His heel collided with thick cobblestone in what she could only presume was a painful impact. The strength behind it was enough to crack the very stone itself.
Perfect.
A deep breath, and then she twirled, and the Force followed the momentum of her body. Water rose from the nearby river and followed her motion. As she spun to face him again, she flicked a jet of water up at his eyes. What he did with it? She didn't care. He could try to block or reflect it with the Force, he could slash at it with his sabers, or he could simply let it slash into his eyes and blind him.
Whatever he chose to do would take precious seconds. In that time, she would have slashed once at his legs with her shoto and up at his chest with her long sword. A move Fel had taught her: cut the tendons in the legs, bringing the target down on the waiting longer blade.
If it worked.
Have you so little faith in the things I taught you? he asked, seemingly hurt by her doubt.
She left that question unanswered.
"Please," she hissed through locked teeth. "You're lucky I came instead of him. The way you're fighting right now, you wouldn't have lasted very long."
Seemingly in response to the insult, he raised his foot, intent on smashing the very bone in her feet. But she snatched her foot backward, peeling her blades away from his at the same time. His heel collided with thick cobblestone in what she could only presume was a painful impact. The strength behind it was enough to crack the very stone itself.
Perfect.
A deep breath, and then she twirled, and the Force followed the momentum of her body. Water rose from the nearby river and followed her motion. As she spun to face him again, she flicked a jet of water up at his eyes. What he did with it? She didn't care. He could try to block or reflect it with the Force, he could slash at it with his sabers, or he could simply let it slash into his eyes and blind him.
Whatever he chose to do would take precious seconds. In that time, she would have slashed once at his legs with her shoto and up at his chest with her long sword. A move Fel had taught her: cut the tendons in the legs, bringing the target down on the waiting longer blade.
If it worked.
Have you so little faith in the things I taught you? he asked, seemingly hurt by her doubt.
She left that question unanswered.