It had offered her two clues actually. But then, they weren't enemies--and Trunks actually would prefer someone know how to take him out, in case he did become a threat to his friends and their safety. She had a ways to go before that though.
His style and way of fighting was more active than hers, as she'd noticed before. So it shouldn't have been a surprise that he charged forward, both hands on his sword as it came in for a low-strike. Engaging again, and focusing on using his blade against her own. Switching easily between one hand or two hands holding his blade, as well as close-in kicks or strikes. Trying to knock her off her feet or to dodge more than simply by moving to the side or stepping back.
Occasionally his dodging of a strike took him out of the closer range of their blades, where she struck out with the whip-effect instead. This made a combination of his own evasion from quick steps and pivots or more active tumbling and jumping necessary. It also gave him opportunities to strike out with some of his own blasts, power-calculated to sting her if they hit.
Testing her and pushing her as well, before they engaged close-in once more. Keeping each other close once more, with only a pivot or just enough of a roll or flip to avoid a strike. Except now Trunks was, once more, dropping one of his hands and starting to add those stinging-ki-strikes.
As it was she had just caught the edge of one at her stomach, pivoting slightly out of range while he took a half-step forward into her guard. One of her blades locked with his own and held out to the side in a wide-arc with him using greater strength to keep her from pressing it in closer. But Morag was skilled, and a quick twist of her wrist had Trunks moving fast to block the plasma-blade's thrust, energy still glowing as he caught the blade.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
carisma_sensei
no subject
Date: 2019-12-12 12:03 am (UTC)His style and way of fighting was more active than hers, as she'd noticed before. So it shouldn't have been a surprise that he charged forward, both hands on his sword as it came in for a low-strike. Engaging again, and focusing on using his blade against her own. Switching easily between one hand or two hands holding his blade, as well as close-in kicks or strikes. Trying to knock her off her feet or to dodge more than simply by moving to the side or stepping back.
Occasionally his dodging of a strike took him out of the closer range of their blades, where she struck out with the whip-effect instead. This made a combination of his own evasion from quick steps and pivots or more active tumbling and jumping necessary. It also gave him opportunities to strike out with some of his own blasts, power-calculated to sting her if they hit.
Testing her and pushing her as well, before they engaged close-in once more. Keeping each other close once more, with only a pivot or just enough of a roll or flip to avoid a strike. Except now Trunks was, once more, dropping one of his hands and starting to add those stinging-ki-strikes.
As it was she had just caught the edge of one at her stomach, pivoting slightly out of range while he took a half-step forward into her guard. One of her blades locked with his own and held out to the side in a wide-arc with him using greater strength to keep her from pressing it in closer. But Morag was skilled, and a quick twist of her wrist had Trunks moving fast to block the plasma-blade's thrust, energy still glowing as he caught the blade.
Deadlocked for both of them for a few heartbeats.