[center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4887988][img]https://i.imgur.com/LLh6HIh.png[/img][/url] [img]https://i.imgur.com/UrgAzkd.png[/img][/center][hr][hr] Swift and brutal, Kori stepped to her right to avoid the slashing claws of the kobold on the left and to direct a thrust into the awaiting toothy maw the kobold on her right had so kindly presented to her. Unlike her usual boisterous personality, Kori's bladework was simple and straightforward, flowing from one move to the next with little flourish in between as her choice of weapon would little allow, lest she find herself quickly becoming tired and exhausted, a state that was unconducive to efficient dungeoneering or mothering of rambunctious mages who figuratively blew their load in every little skirmish. Thrusts, cuts, and footwork were all practiced to a rigorous and repitive degree with discipline gained from a lifetime of laborious farm work, then honed and fine-tuned after countless ventures into the Dungeon and facing its dastardly denizens. Thus it was with practiced ease that Kori let the weight of her blade continue to propel itself forward to her right as she shifted her body to face the adversary on her left. With a slight adjustment of her grip and a pivot of her feet, she used her legs and core to drive a cutting slash toward the clawing kobold, caring little whether its pair was still attached the to tip of her blade or not.