They moved with a grace that Elise hadn’t been expecting from men in clanking plate, Sir Wesley rushing toward Astredian who stepped to the side and pivoted just so, letting his opponent slide past with only a hair’s breadth of clearance. He nearly tripped the man, who wore a green tabard with a gold eagle crest, but Sir Wesley stepped over his slightly extended foot and turned to make a second attempt at a s***h.
Anticipating this, Astredian raised his arm almost casually, angling it so that the Sir Wesley’s sword ground along his vambrace with the shearing sound of metal on metal before stepping forward to make a one-handed strike of his own, bringing his bright sword into sharp contact with his opponent’s side.
Both men had landed what counted as strikes, but Astredian’s was worth mor
