Who: Ana & Tyson What: 'Oh hell' When: May 5, evening Where: Dancing Swords, then elsewhere? Warnings: Langauge, at the very least
The blade swung past her face, only a few inches from her nose, and Ana swiftly turned and lunged. When she was dancing, there was nothing but the blade and the space her body occupied. She couldn't afford to think about anything else, one slip-up could have disastrous consequences. With one smooth motion, the blade left her hand and flew into the air, she spun around twice and caught it again.
The sword passed under one leg and into her other hand, and she spun with her arms out, before stopping dead, the blade aligned with the center of her nose. She bowed to the sound of uproarious applause, and slipped backstage to change out of her costume. She wanted to go home and sleep, maybe have a drink and a shower before that.
She came out into the public area of the tent, her sword strapped to her back as it usually was. The goal now, was to slip out without being stopped by anyone.