Snippet #1703744

Niel tried to sidestep in time to dodge Ferma's surprise attack. But she was just too quick coming off of the rock, she was like a damn monkey! Niel grunted as he felt the wood bite his left shoulder. He staggered back a step swinging his lance in an arc in front of him so she could not take advantage ending with it facing directly at her again.

So she was a terra, likelihood she was only a single focus, like him. Well, a Ventus would make his plan a lot more difficult, so that was good. He had to close the gap again fast. He didn't want to build up a sweat first. Alright... he thought he had it. He went back to circling slowly... slowly...

Now. He lept forward overextending his right arm, feigning like he was protecting his left side where he was hit, he lunged. Ferma took it and dashed in behind his lance and going to his back. Niel knew there was only two options, to target his left side by walking into him, but from their earlier strike she should know he was stronger and find that risky staying in front of him. Instead she had taken the correct move, taking advantage of her speed and trying to go to his backside and get out. Except he had baited this. He spun from his thrust to his left raising his left hand to catch her lance on the back of his heavy plated steel glove to deflect her lance away. Then he quickly brought up his lance up quickly to make use of the fact that she had told him earlier.

The lances lock.

He locked their lances together the way she had done so earlier, locking them together, unless she didn't want to lose her lance. Because to get her lance free she would have had to jump backwards, but right there was the second part of his strategy. To get out of his range, she would have had to jump right into or in front of a tent. Throuought the battle, Niel had been slowly backing up toward the tents to try to get into a situation that would make Ferma's speed less of a factor.

Wasting no time while the lances were locked Niel yelled into Ferma's face to try to stun her from moving or to have her shake up, or all in all to disrupt her thought process.

"WATER! MY SHIMMERING BLADE!"

With that, the droplets of juice that were still on Niel's face from when Ferma flung the fruit at him rose and dashed toward Ferma, aiming for her eyes. If it hit, it should be a victory.