<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/yp3k1mQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rein Valkard<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Celeste's Villa, Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Izzy, Open;<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Overhead... It would have been an easy endeavor to deflect the strike with the shield, but he went with the club instead, catching her weapon with a little less efficiency and safety, but left a wider range of follow-ups available to him. The moment he saw her let go of the spear, he knew she was going to take his advice to heart. Though she surprised him wanting to rush in... She moved the shield out of her way, intending to nail him with an elbow to the midsection, but he tensed his club arm and repositioned himself, catching the elbow between his forearm and shoulder while her spear fell away.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what method of counterattack she would go with next, after all she had temporarily let go of her weapon to try and get in closer. Her leg seemed to kick out ready to drop him to the ground, and drop him she did, kicking against the back of his leg and dropping him to the floor. How many scenarios had she planned for in her mind? He perhaps couldn't fathom, but as her foot came in to strike his chest, he swung his club arm out to deflect the limb, pushing it do that it hit the ground instead. He was greeted with a fleeting glance between her legs at best, before she leapt back to retrieve her spear.<br/><br/>Rolling up, he capitalized on her retreat quickly, wrenching his shield arm out and hurling the defensive inplement like a discus at the doe, before he broke into a near-instant run after it. It was another obvious advancement, she'd likely assume, but sometimes obvious had its place. The shield was aimed at mid level, while he was waiting to capitalize on the direction she would dodge toward to lash low with a sweeping kick.