Willow summons her second sword and aims a x slash at him.
He sat on the steps with a glass of Long Island Iced Tea in his hand. His weapon was stood against the railings as Loki slept on Noros' lap.
Willow spins in mid air, blocking the strike before stealthily conjuring Bladed Vengeance swords behind him, shooting them into his back.
he stabs his sword into the ground and uses it as a spring board granting him greater height as he spins his sword the point aimed down toward her head
Willow blocks the blade and kicks him in the stomache.
he grabs her foot and slams her into the ground while using her to land on the ground
Willow coughs, choking, before rolling to the side and jumping up, breathing heavily.
Willow tilts her head, still panting. "What?"
"you keep going for my back and attacking and then when you get hit you either narrowly dodge or you cast a spell then it gets deflected your creating too many flashy moves"
Willow blinks. "So... what should I do then?"
He spoke to Loki, "I have seen many people with amazing swordsmanship. I could never see myself with a sword, they just feel a little weird for me to hold or swing." Loki, unable to communicate with words, licked Noros' hand.
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