<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Hazeel was just trying to have his fun, but it seemed Kara didn't think of this as a game at all. Did she really intend to slay him if he wasn't careful? Would she consider this duel to be one to the death? The idea made him shudder, but he was able to keep his composure as Kara lunged forward and tried to stab him with her sword. His expression grew more neutral, and he strafed to the side and brought his sword down upon her own, aiming to clang it into the sand while he brought his sword sliding back up, but just out of the reach of Kara's head. He had no intention of harming her, even if the feeling didn't seem to be mutual. Combined with his knowledge of the sword, he was able to parry her attacks as well as give in an offense of his own, but he avoided drawing any blood in the same vein that she did. The cut upon his neck had thankfully clotted up, and apart from that there were no marks upon him. He pulled his sword back from her neck and stepped back, bringing the sword to his side. "That's one defeat from you. One movement of my arm and you would have lost. Do you believe in me now?" He kept his sword close by, however, just in case she was a sore loser.<br/><br/><em>Hazeel rolls 1d8 + 1d12 = 16. Success!</em><br/>[/quote]</span>