[ Once again, Arenvald should have learned from their sparring match. Connor's mind works in a way that Arenvald can't fathom, things connecting to things that tell Connor how to act and when in a combat situation. He doesn't just give up, doesn't mindlessly struggle. He acts with quick and vicious purpose, driving his elbow into Arenvald's gut.
Would that he'd shown up in his armor, because then Connor's elbow would have slammed into steel. Instead it drives the wind from him, pulling with it a startled, ]
Oi!
[ His grip loosens and he does indeed step away. But they have done this before, and Arenvald has finally realized that he needs to take their one lesson so far into account. Connor may be the faster, but Arenvald is bigger and stronger, and right now he has the advantage of Connor believing him to be neither of those things. What Connor had aimed to do earlier, Arenvald does instead: coming in low and closing the distance again fast, with the aim to knock Connor off his feet. ]
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Would that he'd shown up in his armor, because then Connor's elbow would have slammed into steel. Instead it drives the wind from him, pulling with it a startled, ]
Oi!
[ His grip loosens and he does indeed step away. But they have done this before, and Arenvald has finally realized that he needs to take their one lesson so far into account. Connor may be the faster, but Arenvald is bigger and stronger, and right now he has the advantage of Connor believing him to be neither of those things. What Connor had aimed to do earlier, Arenvald does instead: coming in low and closing the distance again fast, with the aim to knock Connor off his feet. ]