As Ehvar swept himself low to avoid the first swipe, his movements should have been very familiar. Even the way he followed through with the motion to close the distance was the same. But unlike that familiarity, he did not make to strike the inspector. He did not even take a swing. Instead, sliding narrowly around his side, he gave the sword-wielding arm a shove just enough to angle it away from the side he maneuvered himself to. Though, from an onlooker, it looked as though he were simply playing with his opponent and giving an abrupt shove that only looked softer than it was. There was still enough force behind it meant to try and knock the other man off-balance.
“Did you know she used to dance?†Ehvar asked in a friendly tone as though they were having a chat sat around a campfire. “It is a shame you might never see it -- You never will as I have.â€
“Did you know she used to dance?†Ehvar asked in a friendly tone as though they were having a chat sat around a campfire. “It is a shame you might never see it -- You never will as I have.â€
