
Again Warren could see the lalafell amp himself up, and when he turned on his heels and re-engaged the paladin Warren leaned in again to deflect the blade away. He wondered how much fire there was to stoke and set about feeding the flames.
"Come on, I'm way bigger than a bee! You're fast, so hit me!" Warren retreated again, still wearing the expression of someone caught up in the spirit of the sport. This wasn't like the Grindstone, despite it still being an exhibition of skill and ability. He left his weapon on his belt and the sword bobbed around as Warren moved, leaning forward despite his movement backwards.
Victory had finally turned into what was going on and let his sense of alert run down. There was now a purple pet sitting in his shadow and the bird pondered for a moment whether or not to retaliate. The chocobo opted not to, for now. At least not until their masters were finished with their fight.
"Come on, I'm way bigger than a bee! You're fast, so hit me!" Warren retreated again, still wearing the expression of someone caught up in the spirit of the sport. This wasn't like the Grindstone, despite it still being an exhibition of skill and ability. He left his weapon on his belt and the sword bobbed around as Warren moved, leaning forward despite his movement backwards.
Victory had finally turned into what was going on and let his sense of alert run down. There was now a purple pet sitting in his shadow and the bird pondered for a moment whether or not to retaliate. The chocobo opted not to, for now. At least not until their masters were finished with their fight.