Parce Qu'ils Croient

The rattling echo of the ice rolling off the cliffside- battering the ground was near deafening as the intensity of which it fell gradually increased. If he hadn't known any better, he would say that the heavens were furious. Though his blatant disregard wasn't a necessarily personal display of disrespect. He didn't have much faith in a god anyways. His own abilities on the other hand- he had a fool's confidence. Even in an exchange lacking intensity such as the spar he had brought upon himself- Aresenn was fairly determined to make this one count.

As he had attempted to pin her with the advantage of his surprise, the girl was a rather slippery individual. Perhaps his remark had been interrpreted as a warning. While she hadn't had time to shriek the entirety of his weight, she made a valiant attempt at trying to avoid the blow. As she peeled away with the idea of instilling separation, rolling to the ground with clear intent- he was intimately aware of her attempt to kick him in the abdomen. In order to prevent himself a more debilitating injury in the event she missed and caught him in a far more sensitive area, Aresenn made the split decision to stumble backwards, taking her blow to the dip of his chest. "Watch where you're kicking!" He seethed as he realigned himself and surged forward. Through narrowed eyes and splayed jaws, he reached for contact wherever it was exposed. A forearm, a shoulder, he wasn't after anything specific. Just something he could grind his teeth on and cause a litle discomfort for the shoulder that said otherwise.

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"Aresenn Praetor"