[h2]Lilia[/h2]

The elf-girl looked perturbed at the suggestion, like coming at someone with killing intent when she [i]didn't[/i] want them dead was unthinkable. But as she was still singing, there was no actual answer given to the idea. Instead, the girl kept fighting defensively, proving extremely hard to get close to with a thrust, everything [i]just[/i] missing. It wasn't an obvious way to win anything, especially not when the dirt achieved its obvious goal of forcing her eyes shut.

It would seem almost disappointing that such a trick should get an obviously experienced enemy, but at the last her ears seemed to twitch slightly, Lilia using her blade to actually deflect the attack--a shockwave rippling [i]through[/i] the wooden stave, rippling unsettlingly. Much as if he'd slammed it into a wall, not had it pushed away by such a delicate looking blade.

[i]Now[/i] there was a frown on the elf's face. Possibly because that was the [i]second[/i] time Renar had gone for trying to smack her in the head with a big hunk of oak.

Now the position of aggressor and defender was swapped, everything the darting elf doing [i]just[/i] enough to inflict a slight cut on a battle. But the threat of getting hit at all was made more alarming, with every blow still carrying [i]some[/i] magical trick, another line of her song a simple spell. A crackling field around one thrust that would make an entire limb frustratingly [i]numb.[/i] A swing that, blocked, came with a sudden crack as the ground beneath Renar's feet. An unexpected layer of greasy oil forming along the shaft she was holding.

The blade eventually slipping past to rest on his throat after the barrage of attacks just to wear down his defences was the only thing [i]without[/i] some magical payload.

"Mum always tells me to not use anything in practise I can't fix..."