Chachanji, as was becoming the norm for this training session, stumbled and skipped backward at the shove. He windmilled a bit to avoid topping over, giving a very odd scene for swordplay practice before he regained his balance. He gave an angry little snort - Warren used his arm to block his shield! That was totally cheating!
"Jus' tryin' ta hitcha!" the little Lalafall grunted as he fell back into his slowly improving battle stance. His purple eyes flicked briefly to the straps holding his shield to his arm. If Warren was gonna be tricksy, then he would too! Chacha started fiddling with it some with his thumb and forefinger as his gaze turned back to the Hyur. "'n I'm gonna do it!"
He lunged forward again, shield forward. But it was a little too far over across his chest, as if he planned to counter the Paladin's deflection with a bash of his own shield. His blade was low, almost dragging against the ground as he rushed in.
"Jus' tryin' ta hitcha!" the little Lalafall grunted as he fell back into his slowly improving battle stance. His purple eyes flicked briefly to the straps holding his shield to his arm. If Warren was gonna be tricksy, then he would too! Chacha started fiddling with it some with his thumb and forefinger as his gaze turned back to the Hyur. "'n I'm gonna do it!"
He lunged forward again, shield forward. But it was a little too far over across his chest, as if he planned to counter the Paladin's deflection with a bash of his own shield. His blade was low, almost dragging against the ground as he rushed in.
