Snippet #1474352

"Oh shit."

The pair of words escaped his mouth as Talae engaged once again, flying towards towards him at a brash pace. He had regained composure and footing once again and was beginning to realize that the Dark Elf was learning to use her assassin wiles in combination with the bastard sword. Which of course, would throw Caine off. Deception, misdirection, he was going to have to expect all of these things from the assassin... Easier said than done. Instead of charging her as well, something he would do in a berserk fury, he held his ground. The reasoning behind that was the ground was quickly becoming slosh under their feet. He wasn't completely sure he could keep his footing.

Unbeknown to Talae, this was much of a learning experience for Caine as her. He hadn't had to worry about an assassin charge him before. A slippery opponent is a hard one to fight, even more so if they could spit fire at you in a moments notice. So he hunkered down and prepared for her. He refrained from entering his berserker rage as this was just a spar and he didn't want to lose control and unintentionally wound her... As a result, he was also a bit more... Methodical in his approach. Without rage clouding his mind, he could think. Although, his calling card was to still try and overwhelm his opponent, he was working a little bit smarter to accomplish this goal.

Then she dove, away from his right. Instantly, Caine knew she was after his left... If had was using the saber in tandem with the longsword, then this wouldn't have been much of a problem... But as it was, it was elevated to an annoyance. Caine pivoted on a foot, sliding his left through the smooth mud and awaited contact. However, the strike was not aimed at center mass like he expected, but somewhere around his foot. He further slid his foot back in the mud away from the sharp blade. She had slid in the slick mud and that finally allowed him an opening... Finally.

"You know," she remarked, "I do think this would be rather more difficult if you swung at me every now and then."

"Well dammit, stop being so damn slippery then." He said to Talae, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Caine had realized that Talae slid in the mud and almost went down herself, which provided an opening for him and an idea. Instead of simply striking from the right with his sword, a he took a step forward and used his free hand, the left, and tried to push her down into the mud. If successful, Caine would pivot again, face Talae fully, and hew downward with his blade at the grounded elf. If she had fallen from the shove, then Caine could try and overwhelm her from his better positioning. Of course, Talae was slippery after all. He had no doubt that the elf could try and weasel her way out of this one... It was his job to try and stop that.

"Damn weather," He offered