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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"What a clever little Snake," was Richard's first reaction, as Pandora ignored the sword and let it fall to the roof. And then her spell almost brought a smile to his face as he dropped back into fighting stance. A beautiful variation on the Italian Lentamente, the Time Slow. Unfortunately for his opponent, he regularly used the International Apparation point in Rome and had become good friends with one of the Italian Auror, Ravelli, who had taught him the Corsican Counter.

And her reengagement, another thing of beauty. Despite the loss of her shoes, and then her staff, there she was charging down on him, wand in one hand, that knife of hers in the other. He took special note of the wild magic running over the blade. Wonderful instincts that really just needed training.

He'd have understood 'go big or go home'. Sometimes it was the only way you got to go home. And everything about Pandora's fighting style was big. Time to show her what being a miser let you do.

Martial artists called it ki, the centering of self, the point of focus. The object was to put all of yourself into the point of attack, maximum damage from minimum movement. He gathered the tiniest bit of his own shield to protect his knuckles, timed the advance of Pandora's shield with a Master's eye, and with a shouted, "Eeeyah!" put all of his ki and all of his strength into a single punch straight into the heart of the shield attack. A martial arts training fight was a rigorous as any duel, and usually a lot more violent. In past competitions Richard had shattered shields, even to the point of causing a recoil on the shield user. He flowed through the punch, and into the preparation for an asuto gari, a throw used against a person armed with a blade by one unarmed. It wouldn't do to underestimate the woman.