<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/9titmh.jpg) (http://i40.tinypic.com/wk5isi.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Eneno Dene </strong>-<strong>Cristop Amelton</strong><br/>The Jukundi courtyards<br/>Day one (Sc-Gi)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ianto Dresden<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eneno found no opening. Her training wasn't sufficient, there was no way out of this fight without a bruise. She was more concerned for her dignity then her body. Competition was not a strong virtue in her. She had been a student of physics for almost four times longer than she had spent on her Alunka training. This all came to her mind as Ianto charged her the second time.<br/><br/>Cristop could see the Sukodi speed holding back. He could see it during the first charge. He could see The hesitation after that assault and he could see it in Ianto's second charge. He wasn't trying to hit Eneno, he was trying to keep her entertained. It did not please the infused soldier on the hill.<br/><br/>Eneno was lost in thought, and she let her defenses fail her. She barely deflected his weapon, so his palm strike and his low strike made contact. Eneno's right leg lost feeling, and she dropped to one knee. As she fell, the momentum of her jaw's concussion shifted her weight, and the Alunka representative hit the deck. She suffered no loss of consciousness, only a biting pain in her face, and the sensation of a frozen leg. Pins pricked her from the middle of the thight down to the tips of her toes. The feeling was coming back, slowly. She struggled to get up, and keep her distance. Ianto would be deadly up close.<br/><br/>With her injured leg, she found herself in an improvational stance. Her leg was holding her up, the injured side was down on it's knee. Bent over herself, she held the sword in front of her, she nearly dissappeared behind it. Only the top half of her head peered over the blade, her eyes were angry.<br/><br/>Cristop's light errupted again. A selfish burn came out of his eyes, and thunder roared over the field.