[center][hr][h3]Archer
[sup][sup][i]Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation[/i][/sup][/sup][/h3][b]Current Location:[/b] Latin District -- Alleyway Clash[hr][/center]
Tristan grit his teeth as Ywain finally got close enough to pressure him. From the very beginning the crimson-haired Archer had foreseen an outcome like this and have been just biding his time. This wasn't a fight that was advantageous for him but it didn't mean that it was useless either. Now he had an idea of how much Ywain's defenses could last and how he dealt with Failnaught. The battle swung back and forth just enough that there was a decent chance of any of them to finish the other at least once so Tristan could imagine that Ywain was as satisfied with this outcome as he was.

"Commendable. Your strength at this moment may surpass even that of Gawain. I acknowledge your victory at this moment so..." Tristan said as he parried the attack against his hand, giving just enough momentum to step backwards in time to allow the follow up strikes to nick his armor instead of piercing him and, to allow him the space for his next move. "Allow me to sing a melody of praise," the Archer said, as he began to attack with renewed speed, none of the "shots" were meant to really harm Ywain at this point. Merely making him second guess even a single step would be enough for Tristan to reopen the distance between them and disengage from the fight.

[i]"Master, please ready yourself for a retreat. I believe we have done enough for the night,"[/i] he said to Yazhu over their telepathic link as he prepared himself to pull away from Ywain and pick his Master up before the two of them retreated for the night.
[hr][center][b]Going towards:[/b] Trying to disengage[/center][hr]
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