Warren grinned with determination as young Chachanji began to work himself up to aggression. He took half a step back as the lalafell drew his weapon and prepared himself and Warren readied his shield with practiced form. His first impression was that Chachanji had the battle cry down pat, but as he began his approach the knight could see there was a lot of room for improvement.
Still, he wouldn't underestimate his opponent or take his own experiences for granted. Too many hard losses at the Grindstone to do anything but presume either of them could be the victor. Chachanji's chief advantage, and one that Warren had seen be a vital part of a lalafell's combat technique, was his size. Warren's shield was as large as his opponent but it was also a head higher than him off of the ground, and it was unlikely that Chachanji was going to be swinging for Warren's chest.
To stifle this, Warren took a fast step forward and crouched low to the ground, bringing his shield up in front of him and tucking his head under the crest of it. His free hand dipped to the hilt of his sword and waited for the inevitable - he thought - PWANG of an armored body running headlong into a tempered metal wall. If things played out as he expected to, young Chachanji would be surprised by not only reaching impact sooner than he'd expected due to Warren's long stride but also by opening his eyes and seeing the sharp edge of Warren's sword pointed in his direction.
Victory's stake in the game seemed to be distracted by his master appearing to engage in combat. The bird was nothing if not loyal and he visibly tensed, watching to see if Warren would need his aid. Gran's thump into his leg wasn't unnoticed, but the bird's priority had shifted.
Still, he wouldn't underestimate his opponent or take his own experiences for granted. Too many hard losses at the Grindstone to do anything but presume either of them could be the victor. Chachanji's chief advantage, and one that Warren had seen be a vital part of a lalafell's combat technique, was his size. Warren's shield was as large as his opponent but it was also a head higher than him off of the ground, and it was unlikely that Chachanji was going to be swinging for Warren's chest.
To stifle this, Warren took a fast step forward and crouched low to the ground, bringing his shield up in front of him and tucking his head under the crest of it. His free hand dipped to the hilt of his sword and waited for the inevitable - he thought - PWANG of an armored body running headlong into a tempered metal wall. If things played out as he expected to, young Chachanji would be surprised by not only reaching impact sooner than he'd expected due to Warren's long stride but also by opening his eyes and seeing the sharp edge of Warren's sword pointed in his direction.
Victory's stake in the game seemed to be distracted by his master appearing to engage in combat. The bird was nothing if not loyal and he visibly tensed, watching to see if Warren would need his aid. Gran's thump into his leg wasn't unnoticed, but the bird's priority had shifted.
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