<strong>Name: </strong>Henrik<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Top<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Shizuru, open<br/><br/>"Alright." He'd say in response. It was her class, she was the teacher; what she said, went. He wasn't going to argue with her about it, and would just make a note to himself to be more careful. He didn't agree with it, but he'd go along with it.<br/><br/>"Fearlessness is foolishness." He'd comment, building off of what she had to say about bravery. It was a lesson he was aware of. He shrugged his shoulders a bit, showing a bit of tiredness creeping into his limbs from how he was weighted down.<br/><br/>"I'm better when I'm responding, rather than acting."  Again, there's no excusing his failure, no defense of it; just an honest admission of his own limitations. It was true. He could read people well when they were on the aggressive, and in turn, used that against them; but being the aggressor was a difficult thing for him; unfamiliar. It's something he'd have to work on.<br/><br/>He approached after her, never really letting her get out of the very limits of his attack range. His own movements were casual, not out of any desire for casualness, but because it kept his pace even with hers; it was what allowed him to maintain the distance.<br/><br/>He would lunge at her, with spryness that might shock some of the other burdened students; but, again, there's a good chance that Shizuru would not be shocked in the least that he could do this. He could feel his body protest, but did not give in to the desire to stop.<br/><br/>The blade would go thrusting forward, straight at her chest, at her heart; he knew she'd be fine.  He was not burdened with the worry of hurting or killing her. As the enchanted sword went towards her, the scabbard would be moving towards her left leg, directly below the knee.