Evangeline grumbles as she steps back to pick up her blade, "I do not wish to be patronized, Master Wolfsong. Though I thank you for your praise."
She gives the blade a few practice swings, "You never answered my question on the twelve, I can only assume it is a sore subject." She clears her throat, "Much like my backside. In any case, how does one defend against such a flurry of blows... even If I can see them coming, it seems better to interrupt than continue to defend."
She smiles wryly, "Paladin or not, weathering a storm has never been my strong suit. I'd prefer to to kill it." She sighs, "Perhaps that metaphor was slightly strained..."
She gives the blade a few practice swings, "You never answered my question on the twelve, I can only assume it is a sore subject." She clears her throat, "Much like my backside. In any case, how does one defend against such a flurry of blows... even If I can see them coming, it seems better to interrupt than continue to defend."
She smiles wryly, "Paladin or not, weathering a storm has never been my strong suit. I'd prefer to to kill it." She sighs, "Perhaps that metaphor was slightly strained..."
