[h3][centre]Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District: Knight Fight[/centre][/h3]

Ywain was not a careful fighter, nor an analytic one. He was the type who threw himself into difficult battles without worrying. From when he fought as a matter of avenging his family, to when he fought to rescue hostages from imprisonment, he simply charged straight into battle. If anyone could be said to be the embodiment of the maxim ‘a good defence is a good offense’, it was the Knight of the Lion. 

Ah, his shield was up.

Ywain’s pursuit was relentless, aided ever slightly with Elaine’s enchantment. Without the advantage of range, Tristan’s advantage of terrain was less relevant; even without a mastery of analysing the flow of battle, it was possible to meet many of the attacks coming from his opponent as soon as they sprang from the bow, disrupting them with forceful strikes, cutting the strings into pieces.

Still, it was not a sustainable tactic. Focussing on the string traps, the “arrows” that hit would batter his protection, wear it away swiftly. Not to mention, each swing of Ywain’s sword was more draining than Tristan’s simple plucking of strings. 

Range. Range was certainly the deciding factor of this fight. But when it came to that, what were his options?

Of course. A spear was longer than a sword.

An attack clashed against his ring’s protection as Ywain materialised his spear in his left hand. Another hit as he clasped it with his other hand, dematerialising the sword. A third hit, shaking his protective bubble to its core, as he began his counterassault, thrusting forward with his spear in a continuation of his straightforward attack. This time he didn’t overcommit to any single strike, but simply stabbed towards his opponent, ready to use his spear to counter further attacks.

[@Danchou] [@KoL]