<strong>Who:</strong>Henrik Raubriter<br/><strong>For:</strong>Open, Chiya specifically<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside sparring ring<br/><br/>Here's the thing about Henrik. He's wearing a chestplate of solid metal, despite the rest of his attire being cloth. He was always ready to fight, you see; and so just as he took the sword everywhere, he was rarely seen without the armor on. It was angled, too.<br/><br/>He spins around to be facing her, but actually doesn't move to avoid or block her attack; instead, he positioned himself just in the right way that her sword would connect with one of the angles, and it would practically slide right off of him.<br/><br/>As she was busily dealing with the repercussions of that, his own sword would be moving upwards, then forwards; straight towards her neck. He wouldn't actually hit her, though; even with the charm, he did not wish an accidental injury, as a crushing blow to the wind pipes could still kill, in its own way.<br/><br/><strong>Only</strong>if he could get his blade to rest against her throat, he would speak. "If this was a real fight, You'd be bleeding to death right about now." If conditions were such that he would speak, he would do so with no hint of malice, or arrogance; no sense of joy or accomplishment, either.