Thread:Argali1/@comment-26863727-20161228082110/@comment-26863727-20170805050052

Holding it in his left hand, Marius sticks the point of his sword into Tsiri's chest, between the third and fourth ribs on his left side, which just so happens to be exactly where the heart is. His right goes in, placing his forearm between himself and Tsiri's knife hand, behind the wrist. The sword is stiff enough that it's impossible for him to go more than an inch or two forwards, and the cut has been nullified. "I forgot to mention, I'm ambidextrous. I can write with both at once as well as fight."

Marius gestures at the nearest chair-like-object. "Have a seat. Now's where I point out what you did wrong and what you did right. Let's start with a general assessment. You're a lot better than I thought you'd be. Most people skip the fight and go straight to the losing part."