<b>Allassiel studied Thorgan as she circled him – the way he moved, shifting from foot to foot in the way a much lighter man might. His words made her grin. She'd no doubt she could teach his men a few things about swinging a sword, but also several things about not underestimating the person they were facing. A skill that would, undoubtedly, keep many of them alive. <br/>
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With Lotharn's help, Pegawen got everyone's bowls ready, setting aside two for the pair that continued to circle each other, and returned to her spot to sit. The hobbits, only slightly more excited by the sparring as they were the food in front of them, continued to chatter between bites. She, on the other hand, barely paid mind to her meal as she watched Allassiel. “I wonder what she'll do next?” she asked as Lotharn sat down beside her. “And he is quite skilled for a warrior, and a human, but he still is human. We'll see if he has the stamina to go with the skill.” <br/>
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One of the many things Allassiel had learned was a series of moves that were made to trick the enemy into charging. Mostly consisting of feints, the person attacking would be forced to block the fake blows, leaving them open for the real attacks. It was something that had taken her over a century of training to become adequate at and, even now, she didn't consider herself an expert. Pulling her own dagger from its sheath, dual bladed she began the whirling attack on Thorgan. She knew he'd likely not have seen it before, and would see how he managed against the unexpected.</b>