<strong>Name:</strong>Izzy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Celeste's Villa, Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rein, Celeste (m), Onyx (m), open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The wolf was almost too unconventional.<br/><br/>First, he blocked with his club.  In her experience, most shield users were creatures of habit, with long hours of training to reflexively block strikes with their shield-arm.  She hadn't seen many that would make the conscious choice to block with their striking weapon, least of all in full charge.  But this one did, probably expecting her to try to throw one of those devastating side-kicks into him and wanting to have both weapons on defense.<br/><br/>Second, he used his weapon arm to pin her elbow-strike between his bicep and ribcage.  An intermediate grappler strategy, and a good execution considering how she'd rolled inside his guard.  It was nothing to get out of it, as she merely needed to extend her arm and the elbow he was trying to pin would slip free.  But it did serve to raise the ante on their shared head-game.  If he'd managed to pull that off while she was throwing a straight kick, he might have been able to toy with her.  It was something she'd need to watch out for.<br/><br/>Third, he'd fallen when her leg went behind his.  The point of putting her leg there wasn't actually to trip him, so much as it was to keep him close, locking his footwork so she could maintain contact with him.  It was possible she'd executed it wrong, catching his knee instead of hooking his thigh, and buckling his balance.  Or, it was possible that he'd decided to take the fall to get away from her close-range game.  Either way, the set up for that kick she'd been hoping to land was undone.<br/><br/>He raised his club to bat away her kick, but she wasn't eager to strike him on the ground.  Spinning on her hoof, Izzy made for the fallen spear.  She turned back to face him before she bent down to get it, but that's when the shield collided with her stomach.  She'd been certain there was enough time before he climbed to his feet for her to get the weapon.  And even as she lurched from the impact, the irony of being hit with a thrown shield was somewhat amusing.  He'd been doing so many unpredictable things in succession that, well, she hadn't seen that coming.<br/><br/>He'd already sprung to his feet, closing in rapidly.  Her fingers curled around the shield, watching him until he gave a mid-dash tell that he was going low.  As soon as she saw it, Izzy's hooves left the ground and she flipped backwards, landing a few feet backwards onto the roll of her shoulders.  In one motion, she drew her knees up to her chest, and then sprang from the ground again, hurling both legs out in a very damaging-looking kangaroo kick.  She expected him to dodge it.  Well, she hoped he'd dodge it, seeing as how she was carrying his shield now.<br/><br/>One of several things was about to happen.  Either he'd take the hit, which would probably end combat for the day.  Or he'd dodge to either side, at which point she'd try to zing the shield off of his chin.  Or she might sail over him completely, in which case she'd twist and to bring the whole shield clanging down on his head.  No matter the outcome, her hooves would be looking for solid ground as soon as she started descending, eager to put one leg on the soil and putting the other in his general direction.  She was an agile little tart, and if she managed to touch ground, she didn't doubt that she could dance away.  Not to mention, unless he disarmed her, she had his shield now.<br/><br/>Goodness, if he could fight with a club and a spear..?  She honestly wondered just how many tricks he had.